When the Light Awakens

I work quickly, moving the mop back and forth across the 1920's wood floor.  The same wood floor we worked day and night refinishing before the first baby was born.  

That was four babies ago, and now finding time just to wash them seems impossible sometimes.  

But there, something catches my eye and brings me to an abrupt halt.  There in the gleam of the light, is the outline of a little tiny footprint – one left by the baby moving to toddlerhood.  The same one who helps himself to the pantry, prefers to be in his diaper, and wears more food than he eats.  He emptys cabinets, and refrigerators, and cuddles close.

And I wonder….what if I had missed it?  

What if I miss all of this because I am so focused on getting everything done that I fail to see the footprints get bigger?  Those grubby footprints will become bootprints of a man faster than I can blink.  I have got to find a way to stay awake.  To see and to just. be. in. the. moments.

I soak it in, and mop around the print – toes and all.  And I remember, this is all a gift from Him who gives us grace upon grace….

In Him,

Karen

Pictures of our baby-becoming-toddler…..Enjoy!

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