This little guy knows a thing or two about endurance. He endured many a “time out” or two. I endured giving many a “time out” or two. Per day. When he was between the ages of 3 and 4, he sat by trees, in chairs, at the edge of swimming pools, on stools, walls, and on the sidewalk. He was quite consistent with pushing boundaries, which as you mommas out there know, meant I needed to try to be…
Not “through”. Done. Over it.
But passing through…
Through the valley.
Through the storm.
Through the adversity.
Through the fog.
Persevering step by step,
mile by mile,
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.
I refuse to say I’m “through”, done, over it.
I will choose to walk with Him through
Little hands that use new skills
strong hands that build their world little by little
Relationships that are there through it all
Just a few thoughts and glimpses into the ‘humanity’ in my daily world
I found her nest in the garage the other day. I was looking for something on a shelf in the garage, and found her intricately woven conglomeration of twigs, threads, leaves, feathers, and who knows what else. I wondered what in the world this nest was doing in our garage, but then realized, the window that had been broken by a fast-traveling football was probably the way in which the mother…