"Is this how Moses stretched his staff against the sea?" Jane, poised on the dining room bench, pokes the air with Jack's bat. From across the room I wonder if she's separated the sea of laundry. {Sigh} Nope.
Anyone else stretching their staff against the sea? From juicy peaches to crooked ties and mile long laughs to debacles of permanent marker and eye make-up remover, it's high tide here for sure. My grace is sufficient for you... a sliver of strength slid between my shoulder blades.
Like a fresh peach in the middle of chaos. Something so good and worth stopping to enjoy. That is strength
ReplyDeleteIsn't motherhood glorious? Amidst the caos of life I sometimes forget to remember that! I find myself needing my own little sliver today! :) Love you girl!
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