Stand Stills

Within my frenzied life there are moments of stand still. 

When I'm able to step outside and view this life of mine from a different angle. 

It is within these stand still moments that I look at what the Lord has given me 

in wonderment. 

I relish in the realization that He has sent these little ones my way

And breathe in the knowledge that for a time, they are mine.

Mine to love, nurture, teach, care for...

The thought feels overwhelming, yet fills me with such joy and meaning. 

Would you not agree that as a mother,

you feed and burp and change and bathe and play and tickle and cuddle and love...

You pour your whole heart into them,

and hope that every ounce of compassion and affection you feel seeps into their 

tiny little frame, into every crease and fold and crevice of their perfect little bodies.

So that they feel it and know it.

So that your love somehow shelters them from any heartache or hatred.

So that it fortifies them with confidence and value.

So that it emanates in the very person they become.

I love these little ones!