Oh, how there are times my heart succumbs to worry. Out of this knotted, constricted state comes needless toil, fruitless spinning. This is especially true of my parenting. My mama heart longs to shelter these lives entrusted to me beneath my wing, wrapped in this nest I've made, that no harm may come to them. Yet, they flutter their wings; they raise their voices; they prepare to fly. The world awaits.
"Is it my turn now?" He had waited so patiently for me.
Now intrigued, he decided he wanted a turn. My fingers reach his golden locks, silky waves of curl. I run my fingers through, smiling into bright eyes. I tousle long wisps and hear my own laughter on the air. His exuberance tickles me. His joy for grabbing life is irresistible. Yet, in the quiet of me, I hear my heart break.
This wasn't part of the plan.
To read the rest of today's post please join me at Jennifer's place. It is my privilege to guest post for her today as she cares for her precious little one, in the hospital recovering from yesterday's surgery. My thoughts and prayers continue your way, Jennifer!
From my heart,
Spreading seeds today in a garden of fellowship. Join us.