It was the kind of day that you just want to bask in and savor and hold onto for just a bit longer –
The kind of day that was filled with far more happy tears than sad -
The kind of day when you think maybe, just maybe, your heart might truly burst right open from the beautiful glory.
It all started with this three-year-old girl jumping giddily on her bed with the happiest smile you ever could imagine. Her words this singing grace – “I’M (big jump, spin, smile) GETTING (plop on bed, giggle) DEDICATED (stand up, start again with arms flailing) TODAY!”
There isn’t any mama that would stop that kind of joy bouncing!
And then an eight-year-old sister with bed-head-hair and eyes sparkling beamed that in a few short hours she would get to be baptized by her daddy.
And then there was this mixture of scuffles over tights and finding lost bows and getting kids to brush their teeth and a little boy that wanted to look all snazzy for his sisters’ big morning.
And maybe my husband-pastor forgot to fill the baptismal up the night before so it was freezing. And maybe I had to run back home to grab the towels and changes of clothes that I had completely forgotten. And maybe the five-year-old wore three different headbands and socks over tights that her shoes didn’t cover. But I wouldn’t change anything for these precious memories…
Ariya Faith, and her sparkling dress, her beautiful joy, and the sweet way she smiled as Papa prayed over her – I don’t ever want to forget. Oh, how I long to raise her to love the Lord.
And my sweet Kayla Ann – there are no words to describe what it was like to watch this babe I once birthed be held by the man I love as she professed her faith in Christ – this glorious sign of new birth. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen such lovely smiles.
Maybe, just maybe, my heart might burst from the wonder and the beauty and the joy of it all.
And, yep, it’s only been two days and there have been angry sisters and fights loud and a mama that was too tired to read that Bible story before bed. And we can declare our love for the Lord at the top of our lungs, and we can have hundreds of thousands of drops of love and prayers poured into our lives, yet we still need Jesus daily.
What a sweet reminder –
That every day we can be bounding with joy for the grace that He gives over and over and over and over.
My heart just might burst.