
they may hide the remote from each other, talk in their sleep, and have a messy room, with clothes scattered everywhere, but they’re my girls. here in the stillness of five in the morning, the family is out of town and two of my younger sisters are having a slumber party in my room — still sleeping as i type — simple, yet profoundly beautiful to me.
last night, as little eyes were peaking out from their comforters, they both watched as I told stories of how i put them to sleep when they were babies (i walked them to sleep). they both laughed and giggled as i told the stories, because obviously they were the prime subject of the stories, i couldn’t help but simply be fascinated at the treasure of responsibility the Lord has blessed me with.
last night, we went for bar-b-que in the little town of Newberry, Florida and shared cheese sticks, root bear floats and of course… bar-b-que. we even told silly stories of an imaginary guy named fred, played some cheesy games and made a mess of crayons, sweet tea, and french fries at the table. later this morning — waffles.
the point is this — if i love my girls like this in this stillness of this moment, while they are in the middle of their fourth or fifth dream… how much more is the Lord loving me right now, despite all of my imperfections. how He sings little lullabies in my ear when i sleep, shares stories of His love, stories of adventure — yet all the while, anxiously awaits to spend more time with me when i awake. my love for these girls may be profound, but His love for you and me doesn’t even compare. mmm — you know something — that’s the real treasure.
…ok, back to bed








