We do not hold hands so much now. These hands are often full of flailing limbs and skin of a different brand.
We do not spend as much time in talk. There are stories to be had in half-formed sentences, thoughts flung out in their nude, undecorated state between a whirlwind of tiny prancing feet and cry of hungry, searching mouth.
There are fewer pauses in these short days, fewer undisturbed silences.
There is more grace. Abundant, lavished, poured-out grace.
We do not hold hands so often now. We do not spend so much time in talk. But our hearts have somehow wound round one another, rooted into one another. Their deep, throbbing beat has become more one.
Together we have been the audience of first breaths, first cries, first words. Together we have brought forth new life. Together we have received new life, day after day in perfect measure. We have been both student and teacher, both learning and imparting knowledge. We have grown in wisdom, sometimes against our will. Together, we are better worshipers of Jesus than apart.
Oh, what privilege, what blessing we have through His mercy! What opportunity to gaze on and display His glory! What love He overflows these hearts with, what life!
Privileges. May they be cherished and used for Him.
Blessings. May we lift them up to heaven in grateful thanks.
Opportunities – May you be seized and lived!
Love & Life . . . to enjoy, bask in, search for, feast on, throw oneself into, continually be reminded not to shrink from!