Resemblance

I see your Father in you.

Your toughness and the way you work.

Your tenderness and the way you laugh.

Your positivity and the way you love to win.

Your blue eyes and the way you are loyal almost to a fault.

Your flexibility and the way you refuse to fake any emotion.

Your quests for adventure and the way you champion the underdog.

Your playful affection toward kids and the way you're allergic to plans.

I see your dad in you!

I love you and how you favor him; and when I look at him, I see his unmistakable fondness for you. 

What a gift this is.

Happy Father's Day.

Keepers

Six million minutes later (which, in some ways feels like three slow blinks) and they're all teens and twenties.🤯

Mommas with your hands full, I know it can seem simultaneously overwhelming and beneath you to do the marvelous and mundane work of motherhood. 😊

But hang in there. God is faithful.👏

In sustained suspense, I have . . .

screamed too often,

not been tender enough,

taken discouraging self-talk to heart,

and dismissed their treasured chatter-talk.

I haven't properly managed distractions.

I haven't prioritized my own health.

I have fallen tragically short countless times, and fallen apart more than once.

But I'm still here, holding on to hope. 

In the holding, while we work and watch and wait, God is not in any hurry. 

He sees it all and moves among us - shaping and refining our souls as we grow together.  And He hasn't given up on any of us. 🙌

Weary winners still in the race . . . we can rest assured. 

For every life God has entrusted to us for proper care and feeding,

for slow blinks filled with millions of minutes and for as long as it takes, 

for you and me and all of them, 

He offers quite enough grace to see this through. 💛