There are those days (weeks? months?) when I forget what it's all about, when I start to drown in the clutter, when I can't breathe from the weight of being and doing and remembering and going. And then this happens, on a Tuesday night in the dining room, and I suddenly remember. The shift is effortless...I am suddenly very aware that this is the why of it all...that pointing the way to Him is why I'm their Mama and everything else is extra.
Oh, sweet Jesus, may they be dressed in your righteousness alone, and may they, faultless, stand before the throne because of who you are in their lives.