God's Pursuit of Me

letting go . . .

There are moments when I feel as if I have somehow missed my children’s entire infancies.

Like I can’t remember them crawling or nursing or being seven pounds little.

When I see that wee baby in her mother’s arms at church

and I cannot call to mind London that minuscule.

What Piper Finn looked like at three months old feels like a mystery or how Hawkeye smelled after a bath when I held him in my arms wrapped in a towel.

I can’t remember.

And I think sometimes that I lean to bitterness,

to regret,

to shame.

And I know

I cannot give these thoughts a foothold,

a place.

Because all my regret does not preserve me.

It cannot save my today

nor rescue my tomorrow.

2 Comments

  • hannaH

    that could be the most precious picture i have ever seen. and i dont throw the word precious around lightly.

  • quietgracesphotography

    I always need this part of the gospel preached to me. 🙂
    Oh, and I totally need little boy hairstyling/cutting tips. Sedryn has enough hair for that amazying 'do!