These are the days of painting sermons into the journaling Bible, and celebrating imperfection.
These are the days of wondering why my body doesn't work like everybody elses's body, and trying to learn to live within my own limits. These are the days of counting carbs and learning to love running again.
These are the days of gratitude for the joy my children have as they push their bodies, try new things, and discover new skills.
These are the days of painted handprints on flowerpots, and tables covered in craft supplies or legos, often on top of a sticky undercoat of syrup.
These are the days of girls in bloom, and secretive womanly talks, and "we need you to babysit again," and losing track of time on school nights because we are lost in our books or our paintings.
These are the days of waiting for little boys to "sound it out," for daddy to come home from his meeting, for spring to finally get here.
These are the days of missing the smells of spring in the country, and the days before sports when our evenings were calm and at home.
These are the days of getting paid to be the tickle monster and to play with play-dough and oobleck and preschoolers; and learning to rules of baseball for kids; and enduring long track meets and finding rides for everybody everywhere all the time.
These are the days of using the giant library suitcase, and making a scene everywhere we go, and yes, they are all mine, and sure, we can stop for a slurpee.
These are the days of switching between playlists: from "Country Time" to "Funky" to "Holy Pop" and back again.
These are the days of time flying by and feeling behind and wanting the kids to stop growing so fast. But these are the days of God's faithfulness, as He grows our hearts and proves He is God FOR us.
What's happening in your world these days?