Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Toddler Teeth Marks
I see the pink votive before me on my small "altar" here in my garden-enclosed -- and I smile. It bears the teeth marks of one precious little toddler. Thus I journal: Oh, how I love that child. My heart comes undone once again and my insides turn to liquid. I long for him ... to hold him close.
Then as quietly and softly as the first rays begin to peak over the horizon to separate the morning from the night, I hear the Father whisper: I understand. Such it is with Me towards you, My child.
Just an ordinary moment...