Most parenting happens unseen. In the drop-offs and pick-ups. One the moments in between In the morning snuggle love Most parenting no one sees Only you and them and Him the daily meeting needs The moments delighted in. Most of it seems little but it’s not little to them
This is how But it's not what I wanted This is how But it's not in my plan This is how But it's too uncertain This is how But it's all gone too fast This is how I’ll listen now. This
You know what every older-than-me mom tells me about parenting? “Enjoy it.” “Enjoy these moments.” “Enjoy where they are, they’ll never be there again.” And do you know how I feel about it? Weird. Maybe it's just my personality or thinking too deeply or being suspicious, but
I've met the weeping Jesus And He said "Come unto Me, I've carried all your heartache I saw just what you'd see." I've met the weeping Jesus With no platitudes for pain No forced or empty optimism Just weeping o&
Go gently, my friend, Not just to their room In the dead of night. Go gently, my friend, Not just when you daily attend To their every little need. Go gently, my friend, When your hard voice Sneaks into their tone. Go gently, my friend, When you see your sin