1 bed
50 fingers
50 toes
10 ears
5 noses
1 family
Corey and I are up early after a night where every child migrated to our bed. It is easy to wish that it were not so but easier to appreciate it.
It is turbulent right now.
They needed us.
They found us.
Together.
All of us.
Even in the stormy night.
3 comments:
This is precious Amy. Precious.
That makes me get tears in my eyes. I love it!
How good and how pleasant it is for brethren (families- biological or spiritual) to dwell together in unity. What a blessing as you hang onto each other and onto the hand of Jesus through it all.
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