Part 2: Morning (Beautiful reminders from Mitten Strings from God)
I have been wanting to re-share some posts from the days when I was a young mother - gems I had extracted from one of my wow-books*.
I am re-posting the series of 11 parts here, specially for the young mothers around me. May your journey of motherhood be as beautiful and as enjoyable as the Lord intended it to be for us!
[*Wow-books are those that have shaped my life in some ways, and they occupy a special place in my heart and on my bookshelf, treasured.]
First words of the morning are spoken.....who can ever remember, later, what they were?
Perhaps it is a beginning we take for granted, or don't even recognise as such.
Some mornings we all leap from the bed, already late, our thoughts rushing ahead to the world beyond our own front door.
Our souls, returning from their mysterious sojourns of the night, must now become grounded once again in the here and now and the concerns of the day.
If I am conscious enough to honour this process - greeting my husband and children with hugs adn kisses and gentle words - then each one of us may actually experience the sense of renewal that each day offers.
The mistakes of yesterday are forgiven, regrets put aside.
Here, in the day's first hushed moments, our family can come together again in loving spirit, rested and refreshed.
Someday, our children will decide that they have grown too old to climb into bed with Dad and Mom for cuddles before the work of the day begins.
Til then, though, I will cherish this morning ritual, our small universe of four, the sweet comfort of embrace.
As we set forth, we each carry within us the day's first gift, a quiet, holy moment born of love.
Greeting the day, we welcome each other back into the world.
May your mornings be sacred moments of love forever!
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