I'm living in most days...
so caught in the in-between
of demands and wants and
some genuine little people's needs.
I miss the moments and they
slip so easily through the fingers
And yet, there is a filling,
a well that comes in moments
of little chubby hands and feet
that I kiss and play with and tickle
and there's hugs and toe nail
painting and heart to hearts
with a little boy about to start school
in a whole different language...
It's the secret, or not-so-secret kisses
that go slow and praise God for
such a love. It's the twinkles and
the playfulness of youth that I HOPE
finds us even more at 80;)
It's the rubbing off of the dismal and the dull
and finding Glory. finding Him.
I don't know when it all starts to
Because I see a little boy whose not quite 2
and sure he screams in frustration but
mostly, every little thing is bringing him
He's filled with young wonder and I want
what he's got, but somehow it
promises to even be better than this.
Because to be filled in the story today
means that we trust it is all working together
and that we are going HOME and the love
we're promised is REAL. And that NO MATTER
WHAT it's been redeemed.
And it's the Beauty that saves and
transcends and our souls expand to receive
and eternity touches time
and we let go and trust and yes,
our soul's longing is satisfied.
(about 1 minute over...;)