Every once in a while, I like to share a glimpse into the cottage itself, which brings me to this.
See this photo?
These are my people, my village, the birds in my heart's nest.
I treasure this image, for I know that all too soon, our nest will change. In fact, it's sure to never look like this again.
In five months, Payton, our oldest, will be twenty years-old. I married her daddy a month after my twentieth birthday.
Emma, daughter number two, will start high school next year, unless we can find just cause to have the smart little thing retained, indefinitely.
Kathryn and Juliana, our twins, our babies, have already grown into their sisters' shoes, and would leave for the mission field right now if we'd spring for their passports.
Do you sense our urgency here? We're all but hanging from the hands of time to slow them down.
My prayer for our nest, is that we would make our time together count; that we'd pack as many God-honoring, memory-making, foundational truth-building, deep belly laughable moments into each and every day!
We don't always do that.
I want to take time to look at their hearts more, to see what Jesus sees, to love them like He does.
And I want to sip this time like it were honey through a straw.
A very, very small straw.
