Well if it is not obvious to you by now, it won’t ever be…
I am not a morning person.
This morning my five year old screamed from his room at the top of his lungs:
“MOMMY!?”
It was all I could do but to roll my eyes and turn back over. We had exactly one more hour of sleep (we could have had) if my little one would have let us.
Instead, I became MOMMY.
And I got up.
On the bright side, being an hour early for things has its perks. Like having the time to write this blog post.
“The sun is playing hide and seek,” my son told me when I entered his room.
It was so foggy out this morning I wondered why again…again…we were waking up.
But my son soon reminded me it was because he missed me. I missed him too during the night and this morning gathering became something special.
I thank Jesus for the small moments that at first sight seem insignificant, but then become the most tender and loving parts of our creation. Amen.
For with You is the fountain of life; in Your light we see light. Psalm 36:9
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