:: For my sweet Kaden who said to me yesterday, "Mama, you should forgive Smudge."
I'm working on it.
:: For big gentle Daddies, and for trusting, brave little boys.
:: For big brothers who capture Mama in a picture.
:: And for gentle, quiet moments of one on one time.
:: For slowing, for stilling, and for simply being.
Ours is a world addicted to speed; and hurry makes us hurt.
So the Sundays are for slowing down the frantic, frenzied pace.
They are for seeing and for fully entering into the "right now."
We redeem the time when we are fully present.
Life is not an emergency. It is brief, and it is fleeting, but it is not an emergency.
There is a sacredness in the simplicity.
* * * * *
2096. Greeting a new day, slowly, quietly, with reverence.
2097. Hearing the boys - content in their rooms.
2098. Frost outside - warm fire, cozy inside.
2099. A fresh, brand new day - slate wiped clean from yesterday.
2100. The gift of life - undeserved and unearned.
2101. Family devotions together.
2102. New mercies for a new day.
"This is the day that the Lord has made - let us rejoice and be glad in it!"
1 comment:
what happened to little r pants?
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