It’s raining today. And on this gray day, I’m wanting to remember the beautiful things God surrounds me with each day. This season of little ones is hard; it is trying; it brings to light my sinfulness and unworthiness. But I can rejoice because I see God’s grace sustaining us. I see His ever-new mercies given for each day. I see His worthiness, His strength, His love–that I don’t deserve.
I want to remember Stephen’s acts of selflessness. This giving of himself for his wife and babies. The dishes, the home repairs, the long hours at work, the commuting in heavy traffic, the baths, the cuddling, the playing, the kissing.
I want to remember Stephen’s lullaby singing. His voice in the night singing “Jesus Loves Me” by a little boy’s bed.
I want to remember Silas’s goggles on his pixie face. The way they contort his eyes and cheeks.
I want to remember Stephen’s bedtime story reading. His animated voices for each character and expressiveness–just for our babies.
I want to remember Silas’ bowing to pray before bed.
These happy, hard days are speeding by me ever so fast. Chronicling them, celebrating them on this blog helps me tuck little memories away in my heart. Memories I can pull out again and recount the ways God loves me.