An Unexpected Journey

“Look at me, Mama!” exclaims my excited four year old as she flips onto the couch.  “Now look at me!!” insists the bouncy six year old doing cartwheels across the living room. And so it goes as the 7 year olds chime in, too.  Each precious little heart eager for recognition.  For admiration.  For someone bigger who loves them to have their eyes on them.  To notice.  To encourage.  To answer that question inside that wants to know if they are special.   If they are worth my attention. So often I see a reflection of myself in my littles.  If I will take the time to notice.  But it’s more than just taking the time that brings it to light.  It’s something about the Presence.  When my worship music is playing, and I sense God’s presence it lights up my heart.  It illuminates.  And then it becomes clear.  The good, the bad, and the ugly.  It’s no secret to those who know me that my personality tends towards b...