(I found this post in my draft folder. Sorry if I’ve posted it before. But it characterizes more of my thoughts this past week. More of how I’m being reminded to embrace every moment.)
When did I stop believing that “Children are a blessing from the Lord?” (Psalm 127:3)
When did these little boys become more of a hassle than a delight?
I’m convinced it happened when I claimed them as my own. When I constructed a life plan of simplicity and order. When what I thought was best trumped what little souls most need.
Children are a blessing because they push me to my knees.
They are a blessing because they teach me Gospel-sacrifice.
Children are a blessing because they are God’s grace to me.