Category: The Nursery
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Here, Now
“A thousand words could not explain, a thousand worlds could not contain every perfect gift comes from You.” (~Chris Tomlin) Every time I think about it, I choke up. This passage of time. The fleeting of days. She is five. Five? Soon she will be skipping off with her daddy to be dropped at the…
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Held
The wise hand opens slowly To lilies of the valley and tomorrow This is what it means to be held How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive This is what it is to be loved and to know That the promise was that when everything fell We’d be…
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I love holding you. I whisper into her hair. She is fresh from the bath, smelling of coconut and wrapped in her white towel. She is curled on my lap for warmth, shivering and soaking my clothing through with her wetness. I rock back and forth on the floor and cuddle her tightly. How long…
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It Never Gets Old
This morning as I pulled out our Children’s Bible, I teased my boys in my best Aussie accent (yes, I am a dork), “Oh, we’ve reached the part about Jesus’ birth. We don’t need to read that! It was just Christmas.” Smiling back at me, Bear yelled, “NO!” And Ash said, “You can’t skip parts…
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I could tell it had snowed. There was a stillness settled around our house, so I checked to see and found a two-hour delay for the boys’ school. Rolling back over, I reveled in the quiet. Then I heard his steps–my Bear, coming to me. He leaned his head on my shoulder, “Mommy? I just…
A Spring of Joy 