Life of recent has seemed fragile. People all around us overwhelmed, overcome and sinking. Life is normal and then in an instant it changes…and will never be the same. Those earth shattering moments.And so, I have realised, I live in fear. Fear of the day I will get one of those calls. How I imagine life will be and how it would never be the same. I hold on too tightly to all the things I love so dearly. Afraid that if I loosen my grip it will change and I will not cope.
As I creep into quiet bedrooms late at night and tuck in little ones who are asleep, cosy and warm, I want time to freeze…I don’t want them to grow.
But they are not mine to keep.
They are mine to cherish for a while and then to let fly. Their own lives. And I want to be their greatest cheerleader…the one who cheers them on, encourages them, picks up the pieces, wipes the tears, laughs at their jokes.
My littles…they’ll always be locked in. A little piece I’ll hold onto of this time which is irreplaceable and passes much too quickly. I’ll cherish and encourage them. I’ll watch them grow into their own wee people.
As they unfurl, I pray too that little knot of fear unfurls…they are not mine to keep.
He knows what they need and He is good.
As they unfurl, I pray too that little knot of fear unfurls…they are not mine to keep.
He knows what they need and He is good.