My heart is full. Of thankfulness. Of joy. Of contentment. Of watching the ugly beautiful that is redeemed by Christ. Of continual forgiveness and grace.

Of the chance to put my little princesses to sleep.

 To feel their ever growing but incredible small hands reach out to caress my face.
To have my ears captivated by tales of a day spent embracing the moment.
To watch their eyes shine with the bliss of sisterhood antics.
To hear the whispers of delight singing along to bedtime classics.

A day of renewal, of awakening. Reevaluating. Pausing to see the joy in the ordinary. To be available for my Abba Father to gently guide. Lead. Trust.