So there’s the small boy who I took to Florida so his little lungs could breath fresh air after a winter of being stuck in the house cause the cold creates pain, and now he himself creates pain when I step on the clothespins dumped on the floor.
And then there’s the garrulous boy who I’m trying to raise into a loving husband and father, but lately, this half made sandwich is, well, telling THAT story.
And then there’s the tall girl with her craftiness and love-of-all-things nature piling into this spilling house….
And, yeah, that’s the real of my life.
But fresh snow fell in the Sabbath night and I could hear His voice call me awake and He said, “In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18.
And then I see He also gives me these mornings and I hold my complaining tongue and reach for my pen instead.
kathy brower 