Most days, I hit the ground running (literally), just hurtling through our day and trying to juggle the demands of our home, marriage, children, ministry. I don’t have time to stop and think about what I’m doing or what it looks like or whether it’s perfect or not. I just move from one thing or person or need or cry or spill or boo-boo to the next.
But, now and then, I catch my breath and it hits me:
I have four children. One, two, three, four.
Four little bodies piled in my lap for story time.
Eights hands and eight feet to wash each night.
Four bellies to fill several times a day.
Four extra beds to make.
At least 24 pairs of shoes to keep track of.
Four loads of laundry most day.
Four bedtime kisses to give and receive.
Four little wonders to place at the feet of Jesus each morning and ask for His protection and wisdom as we journey homeward.
It takes my breath away…and sometimes my sleep. And usually all of my energy.
But, it’s four more than I ever dreamed possible a decade ago. And, I’d take four more if it meant even an ounce more love would flow through this happy heart of mine.
Thank You, God, for these four. And for so much more…Amen.