And yet everything seemed special.
From an apron'd Isabelle Rolling dough,
A sweaty husband ab-ripper x-ing,
A melt-your-heart sweet Judah wrinkling his nose & dancing to the music.
moments that I just stopped in disbelief.
So many blessings in such concentration.
I stared at Judah's teeny feet bobbing to the beat as he nursed.
Watched Isabelle pose for her dance pictures.
Breathed in the May beauty &
Sang along with Shane & Shane to Jesus.
And catch up from over a week absence.
Piles of laundry remain,
but even so, there was so much life lived in such an ordinary day.
Watch out, he sucks hard & bites even harder.
Ask Grandma Jackie's arm.
How foolish of me to waste my days worrying & fretting & giving my Pearls of Joy to the Pig who seeks only to steal, kill, & destroy.
I have more than I deserve in His love for me.
May I love them well, Father.
Help me to die to myself so that your Life may abound in me.