My 3 year old, Henry, climbed to the top of the fort this evening and leaned out over the slide, as far as his tiny tiptoes would let him.
I smiled at him and bent back down to the garden where I was weeding...
"Moooommmm!!! It's Jesus!!!", he yells.
I stand up and when I turn to him I see him standing there, all stretched out, pointing at the glorious sunset.
Big grin on his face, he says "See? See?" Yes, baby, I see. Oh, how you make me see.
The big three all stop their game of tag when they hear him yell. They smile at Henry, look to the sunset, and take off again.
Peter, in the swing on the grass, starts fussing so I pick him up and call the big three over to start planting.
Sweet baby breath in my face-Dear Lord please let this be what Heaven smells like!
The children chatter as they clear space, poke holes in soft earth, and drop in the seeds. They are so excited to watch these little wonders grow.
Mama, who should we give our lemonade money to this year?
We head inside, a stampede of dirty feet.
Bits of grass and dirt make a trail from the door to the stairs...
Laughter from upstairs...
Exhausted boys falling into bed, breathing soft and steady...
Smiling girl, burrowing into her covers before a goodnight kiss...
Dishes piled high in the sink will stay dirty tonight. It's Sunday, and they'll keep until the morning.
Dog, sleeping by my feet...
A call from my husband; I miss that man so much it hurts...
Sweet babe, asleep on my chest...
Five children, healthy and safe...
How this broken woman can be so blessed I will never understand, but I will be thankful, each and every day.
Thank you, Lord, for your grace.
