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Some of the sweetest words I hear my kids often say to me are “Mom, will you pray for me?” It might be before a recital they are nervous about or a thunderstorm brewing outside that causes fear in one of them, or just because something is on their heart. One thing they know they can ALWAYS count on, is that mom will pray for them.
I’ve been afraid ever since I can remember. Afraid of failing. Afraid of getting hurt. Afraid of being rejected. Afraid of not being enough.
Afraid, plain and simple.
There's a fifth person in our house now. She smells like springtime.
A person with chubby cheeks and large blue eyes, with a strong neck who already rolls from side to side and whose favorite place is in someone's arms, a person who is completely vulnerable and dependent and whose hungry cry rattles my soul.
And I find myself walking a lot these days. With her in my arms, because she's crying more than any other baby I've had, and also walking outside, alone, down the country roads, searching for God.
I have been tucking children in the bed for years.
Years I tell ya.
It’s part of our nighttime norm and routine and I honestly get real satisfaction from fulfilling this duty and delight.
I used to tuck everybody in. Literally. All of my fantastic five.
Marriage is hard but it doesn't have to be impossible.
A few years ago, we moved into a quaint and modest three-bedroom brick house. Built in the 1920s, it’s a beautiful home for its age, but it also has its bumps and bruises. Like anything, time takes its toll. But it has, and still, endures.
If you have ever bought anything new, you know it doesn’t take long to develop cracks, rust, dents, dings, and a long list of other imperfections. Whatever is new eventually starts to fall apart.
Marriage is no exception.
