A concert today. Children dressed to the nines. Suddenly their parents whisk them away and you're left with only five, and
the whole world feels different.
What's my job, again?
Every moment
radically changed by the sudden shift in dynamic...
we hung out,
we napped,
we went to the park. I played tag and pushed swings. We held hands all the way there and sang "Glory, glory, hallelujah, He reigns." (They like the part about the powers of darkness trembling "at
what they've just heard." They are delighted that Satan shakes in his boots because we praise God.)
Hallelujah.
1 comment:
got caught up on your posts yesterday, glad you had the gift of respite today.
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