I need to dance in the kitchen more.  Do a jig with the yamaha piano demo in the living room.  Sing opera with the girls when (shh!) mom's not home.  Play pickaboo around the dining room table, and have a race around the kitchen island.  Do sock wars in the basement and dress up, complete with funny makeup and a cape.  Make smiley face pizzas and bagels.  Draw.  Write.  Read.  Just because the little ones aren't so little anymore doesn't mean much.  You usually just miss out on a liiiiittle more sunggle time, and get a few more tears from the newly-hormonal kiddos than any of the others. Life's just got a different name: it's called different.  Different is always different, and it brings me to my knees.  It leads me to that place I need to be to rest in the hollow of God's hand and know that He is never different.  He is never-changing, and always-constant.  Thanks to different, I get to see Jesus in light of all His glory, perfection, and riches of wisdom, love, patience, and grace.  I find He is everything that I am not - which is a whole bucket full, people.


Oh, what a blessed soul I am!