The other day I was in the back of the house doing chores while the kids were making plans to act out some of the miracles of Elijah. As I moved about my room, lost in my own thoughts, I was caught off guard by the sound of a man in the house! A man in the house? My husband is at work… Who is here?
My mind is reeling, but in just a few moments I realize that the man who shot adrenaline through my system is my very own little boy who simply refuses to be little anymore. At the same time as relief washes over me and my heart slows to a healthier pace, a new kind of stress flows in. Time is going too quickly! Slow it down, Lord! I am not ready for it yet.