Savoring the Season

Toy vehicles strewn all over.  Sounds of laughter quickly changing to unkind words.  The ticking of the time-out timer.  Apologies, prayers, and grace given...both to them and to myself.  These are the days that rock me to my core.  The ones that make me cry for naptime by 9:00 a.m. and yet silently wish that time would slow its pace.  I've heard many a wise woman say that if she could change one thing, she would have treasured the little years more...enjoyed the season of being needed, clung to by little hands.  Trying to remember those words more and more each day as I look into innocent eyes that beckon me to play, teach, discipline, and most of all tell them of the love of Jesus.