I really shouldn't be blogging right now because I've got a bunch of paperwork to fill out, the laundry is cuh-ray-zee, and I should get to bed at a decent time, so this will be a quicky:
Just realized something about my kids while flipping through some older pics: My kids have very little idea about the weight I carry in my heart on their behalf. They don't know that I worry about A, B, & C.
Marcus doesn't know that I want to cry when I see him work so hard.
He doesn't know how often my soul is anxious when thinking about his future. (Below: Marcus with his PT, Mr. Mark, who is the bomb.)
He's just simply living his life as a 4 year old boy. Happy, full of life, abounding in joy through the simplest of things.
This one is blissfully content to have something to eat everyday, a place to sleep, and a family to play with.
And this one? She is all good, as long as she knows she's loved. (Below: Audrey circa 2006?)
And that's how I want to be. To be content, at peace, and abounding in joy because all my needs have been met through Christ who continues to pour out His love on my every single day. There is nothing to want because He's got it all taken care of. That's what my kids are teaching me.