Today I woke, thinking what can I do for you all today? I could make breakfast, so I did. I could change a diaper, so I did. I could make his coffee, so I did. Then after everyone was fed, I drank my cold coffee and eggs. Then I had an idea what could I do for me, so I put in an old CD. I sat there for a second remembering the memories that flowed along my brain. Each song had an attachment file, a distant flame shedding light on how I felt at that very moment. It was a season of funny dance moves, dramas (in every way), and prideful immaturity. Still today, I remember it fondly. I watched these people find themselves, fight their flesh, and cry a lot. God set us there to love them, guide them, submit to them and in the end be thier friends. So by the time the second song hit I was up, dancing arms out wide with a trusting smile one my face. I said it out loud, “God I trust you and I submit to your seasons.” And so we danced, me and three little people carelessly around our old red couch, and as always I asked God silently, “Help me.”
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