I really like things somewhat predictable and on a schedule. Not a strict schedule but basically a plan or a goal list. Lately things have been out of wack. Not a bad out of wack, and in fact mostly a God ordained out of wack. But it still takes a little extra prayer to feel right. I like my nest all cozy and all my chicks in it . But you know they have to grow. I was reading this weekend about a friend whose oldest daughter got married and about halfway through the ceremony one of the younger siblings figured out what was really happening and how he cried the rest of the day. Heartbroken. Wow. Been there, and I cried with them. Our children are not so little anymore. And the Lord has not chosen to give us anymore. Yet. As of now I have no need for books that teach a little one how to read. I have no need for many things. Yes some we keep around for grandbabies, and that is so much fun. But the ones given to me are growing up. And I am just not quite sure about that some days. I am on a mission to do something momentous today.
Another season. Yes I am taking a deep breath and yes I will be ok.