Where the Rubber Meets the Road
Y'all, it's nap time so I'll try to be quick, because when those two little feet hit the floor it'll be non-stop again until that sweet head lays back down for the night. I've got one at the kitchen table honing his spelling, another about to curl up beside me with a "Bob" book, and the girl is supposed to be in her room cleaning. I have a feeling she has a slew of dolls scattered across her floor, each wrapped up in a blanket and waiting on their turn to eat. Fat dog is stretched out snoring and I have a moment to inhale and exhale. I'm sitting here thinking about the layers that have surrounded my heart. So many, so different. At times they have been as thick as a calloused hand that swings a hammer all day. Layers. My heart. Stone. Thankfully, He hasn't left me this way, and boy, has He done a work on my heart. Peeling back those layers. Some of them, I waved goodbye...