Two of our children have a trial tomorrow.
It's terrorized the stillness of our souls.
I hurried her. Reminded her laundry was not put away. Told her teeth hadn't been brushed, and her hair was in tangles. I screamed she was moving too slow as the bus rounded the corner.
She ran through the doorway, and I'm not sure I ever saw her. Really saw her.
I huffed into her room, frustrated that nothing had been picked up, and then I saw, above her bed, blue post its, everywhere...
Am I really forgiven of all my sins?
Does He really love me completely, all of me?
Do I really want my heart to be His?
Is He really my real Father?
Did He really write my story before the world began, even the horrible things?
I fell to my knees as Little R came to my lap. Through my shouts of hurry, she was trying to SEE her Pursuer in the early morning hours. He saw her before I knew her name. He saw her when He knew I would miss her. He'll see her years beyond my home.
He's pursuing her heart...
And transforming mine.