Like many other mothers across our country, even our world, I am hurting for the mothers of Newton, CT who lost their precious children last Friday.
I don’t have adequate words to express all that my heart feels in processing this tragedy.
In quiet moments, I find myself reflecting, thinking, and pondering those that are hurting, grieving, and mourning in a very real way.
I don’t have answers.
I do know that I have a desire to cherish the ones I love even more.
I want to hold them close.
I want to treasure the moments with the ones that I am blessed with.
Treasuring these moments takes intention. They’re so easily forgotten in the middle of living.
But I don’t want to forget.
I don’t want to forget all the ways that God has blessed this life of mine.
I don’t want to forget the little things that happen in our home every single day that remind me of just how abundantly blessed I am.
I want to see my children and thank God for them.
I want to look at my husband with a heart of thankfulness.
I want to cherish my home, my church, my community.
These blessings…they’re all mine.
All mine to count and to treasure in my heart as the Bible tells us that Mary did.
They’re all mine to record and remember.
Today I am counting…
763. a weekend full of proclamation as little choirs sing of Christmas joy
764. a little boy’s Star Wars card collection
765. twin girls cuddled in bed with books and babies
766. my husband’s trumpet trombone playing
767. celebration of my husband’s promotion
768. little hands folded in prayer
769. move plans confirmed…progress being made
770. siblings paying side by side…Barbies and Super Heroes in the same pretend world
771. clean rooms after a day of work
772. watching my nieces dance in the Nutcracker
773. bag of Christmas treats given to my toddler…chocolate and nail polish
774. a church family who’ll be missed
775. sweet boy singing “Gloria” as he cleans his room
776. at home date night…Downton Abbey, Moe’s and sitting close to my husband