I'm sitting on the floor...again...and I remind myself that this is why I'm here.
Squabbles and owies and lessons to teach (and learn), THIS is why I'm here...a lot.
We talk it through, they reconcile, smiles once again return. Hugs and loves and off to play or back to school.
This is why I'm here.
It's a day in the life of Mom, a day full of what seem to be interruptions, but are actually the reason I'm here.
It's a life full of commitment to work through the stuff. So much happens in a day on my lap.
And so, I very thoughtfully do not wish it away, but rather capture this moment in time.
I remember how quickly it goes and how important my role is in these interruptions opportunities. I'm in.
God teaches me, His child, as I instruct them and give - a worthy investment I'm quite sure.
We'll make it, one day at a time, through this jumbled up world of childhood
and motherhood and all the beauty and chaos that brings while it lasts.
We're making our way through the pilgrimage and this is why I'm here.
"Give, and it will be given to you. Good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over,
will be put into your lap. For with the measure you use it will be measured back to you.”
Luke 6:38
