Grateful

As I sit with golden light streaming through the glass, fueling the home with energy, I pen my psalms. I know today I will be silly, I will be chatty, I will laugh and embrace my ordinary.

I will play with my babies, they will call me momma, and one teeny tiny foot will learn to place itself in front of another.

My feet, that have known many more miles, will continue to pad across creaky floors, stepping through shadows and back into light as the sun moves throughout the day.

Intentionally I will be grateful. Long baby lashes drip with bath water, big girl whispers to friends of the mind and blue eyes carrying my world on his shoulders.

When the time of day arrives and I can see the moon in the sky, the same time the sun still has not gone to sleep, I will be grateful.

I will be grateful.

The moon doesn't leave, but I can see some sun.

In my world where children know they go back to school because it's harvest and a unique bitter sweet envelopes for my living here- I will be grateful.

Our minds can't grasp eternity and all we know is the here. We know the crisp golden leaves, we know the harvest moon and squeals of babies. We need a Kingdom glimpse, but can't grasp what it would mean.

We are grateful.

I am grateful.

Grateful for experience. Grateful for the past tangled up with the present, and the hope for a future.

When sun does finally set, let no mistake be made, I will have been silly, chatty, and embraced the ordinary. I will have known what I am made of.

I have a deep rooted faith.

I know all we can take with us are relationships.

I love my family fiercely.

The rest will be scattered like the dust of the gravel road I grew up on.

Now, let's walk this path together, shall we? Community matters. Let's grasp arms tight, in our hushed hallelujahs and slow our moments down.

It is what will get us through the dark, make the light blinding, and make our lives full.