The emotions welled up like a dam that had been waiting to explode.
We’d spent the morning with some friends at the park. Our kids had chased a frog, sat by the creek, and had lunch.
And for some reason as I was reading Esther her naptime book, the thought came quickly.
“You will never have that moment again.”
I blinked hard against the tears.
I know my kids are growing. (We’re the ones dishing out money for new clothes and shoes.) But sometimes I forget.
What if they never catch frogs again? What if fighting with bamboo sticks feels immature?
Raudel said it at church this weekend-“We’re human beings not human doers.”
I’ve forgotten how to be, because I keep on doing.
Ann Voskamp wrote, “The way to experience unlimited elation may be to imagine unexpected limitation.”
Y’all…I need to just be for awhile. To slow. To see them as kids. To play. And laugh.
He needs to be enough, so I can say no more quickly.
Because of the grace of the cross, I have nothing left to earn. His love frees me to be.
“Be still, and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!” (Psalm 46:10)