Kindling

I woke up knowing I’d blown it. I walked, head-down, eyes-in to the little room off of our bedroom that witnesses my morning’s first fruits, so often unregulated. I was tired, weak-hearted and yesterday’s pains always feel bigger in the morning.

This one felt exceptionally big.

He’d provided the opportunity for which I’d prayed. I ask Him, often, to be in on their inner-workings. Nate’s and the children’s heart-processing are treasure for me. They partner with Him for me. I want to do the same.

So it came, a vulnerable moment. Another layer of Nate, revealed. A chance to speak life, to put my ear up to the door of His heart and translate the heartbeat on the ..read more