Very soon, I will have silent nights.
Less late night dishwashing cycles, no waiting for distinct sounds of cars pulling in or sounds in the middle of the night “Who’s in the bathroom, what’s wrong?”
And I’ve not finished our tree yet. Nor have we mailed our cards or drawn names for our Georgia Christmas.
But, the crazy, funny, most wonderful thing happened this Christmas.
Heather said, “Mama, why don’t we make ornaments from old photos and hang them on pretty little ribbons?”
And I asked, “How did you know I had that idea?”
It’s quiet now; but, some things happened today that I could run rampantly anxious over.
I could read too much and read into too much.
Instead, I look over at our tree and know in just a little bit, I’ll pray for them both, opening my hands towards heaven.
Placing my babies there in God’s hands.
This time next year, in the solitary and silent nest of home
I’ll be praying still for my children.
They belong to you, Lord. Just humbled to be their mama.