|A happy crew, starting out the day.|
|A stop at a park to let kids be kids for a bit.|
|The Lady gave up the fight with sleep at last.|
All week I woke up with that scripture bursting in my heart, like fireworks exploding in grand display.
Lord, let me carry the burdens of those around me. Help me to love as Christ loved, lifting the weak up to You. Let my eyes not be on myself alone, full of selfish will and comfort as my goal. The six of us are related by blood, but we are are made a family by Your blood, washed in the holiness of Your sacrifice.
I said it to myself many times, I told it to Mr. Fantastic when I needed the words spoken out loud for all to hear, and I asked for grace from our children when we, their parents, were the ones who needed the lifting.
Together, we prayed for one another, seeking ways and words that could lift us all out of the stress of the moment.
Sometimes it’s hard to get home.
But when I slid into my own bed that night I thought how sweet the homecoming is when we persevere in faith, triumphant in gospel love for one another.
There go the fireworks again….