Three children. Stair steps. They are tender and beautiful and fragile.
I never knew that welcoming these kids into my life would be so empowering and so terrifying at the same time. All of their hurts are mine. All of their victories are mine. I’m horrified to think of leaving them, yet would lay down my life to rescue just one of them.
They bless me every day of my life.
Even when things are chaotic. When things are hard and we struggle. When we are out of sorts or out of time or out of space.
My love for them is hurricane force. Nothing can stop it.
I am devoted. I am committed. We are in this for the long haul. And, even while we are beginning a sweet summertime, I can’t help but be somewhat preoccupied by what lies ahead. Life is long, and the twists and turns are many. But, we will follow the narrow way, my dearest ones and I. And we will love Truth. And we will see God.