Just over a week to go until I’m forced back to the classroom to prepare for a new year. My time with my daughter is more recognizable as a prize possession – now that our remaining days for making summer memories are numbered. It is the thickening tension between not wanting to let go of the radiant sunshine that lit my summertime with her and the impending reality of all that has yet to be done to prepare for school.
I know that I’ll never get this time back again. I know that this, here, is one of the most golden times of my life. She’s so beautiful and she floats so effortlessly on a river of pure joy.
Moments of reflective recognition like this cause me to check myself just to make sure that I’m not investing too much of my own awe and emotion on her existence (as if that was possible!). On the contrary, I think this appreciation that I have is just a sliver of that which I’ll experience when He returns.
”And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Matthew 18:3
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