Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Its Time

For everything there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; 
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted. (Ecc. 3:1-2)

Stalks that have been growing higher and higher, and then a sea of gold stretching and pointing upward to the hills beyond, from whence help comes. With fascination, the girl with the copper hair digs her toes into the wire fence and hoists herself up to watch as the ears pour through that contraption into the truck below.  Always questioning and absorbing the sights and sounds around her, tomorrow will certainly be full again of questions about corn harvesting, a thankful change from the worried questions of the other day about wildfires and the homes and lives of people affected.  "Momma, can you pray about the fires and the people?"  "Yes, honey, we can pray again about it.  The firemen tell people if the fire is getting too close so they can go somewhere safe until the fire moves away.  God, you are bigger than the fires and you know just what is happening and why.  Please make them stop soon, and protect the homes and people who are near them and especially use them to help people know how much You love them."  That is how most of my prayers end, because how else can I pray in the midst of the hard questions?  Yes, dear one, God loves us and He does have a plan for all these things that happen to us but that doesn't always make it feel good when bad things happen.  But He always loves us with a never stopping love and He is always our best friend.

This girl with the sandy hair fills the hours with laughter, her own and others.  Was there ever such a distinct and beautiful sense of humor in a three year old?  The boots clickety clack on the hard floor and she cocks her head to the side to listen closely, smiling.  Her sister makes a joke and a spiral of giggles winds up to the ceiling and back down again, pitch rising and falling and rising again. Delight to my heart when she wraps her soft arms around my neck and says quietly, "I love you, Momma."  And to remember back to that quiet fear when she was still in my womb, the one that I may not be able to love a second child as much as I loved the first, because when you love one more than life itself, can you love another that much too?"  And the answer is yes.  Love begets more love. 

 This girl, this mystery.  "EEEEEEEEEEzzzzzzz" she says in imitation of her sisters' "Cheese!" at pictures and you can see the vowel hanging on her lips.  

Mermaid paper dolls, complete with glitter decoration - it's the simple things.  


He has made everything beautiful in its time. (Ecclesiastes 3:11)


  1. Sarah, this is a beautiful post! I remember being pregnant with my second child and having the same worries. Completely unfounded because there is always an infinite space for love of a child :)

  2. Lovely words, Sarah. :) Love begets love...I John 4:19!
    There is nothing like leading our little ones to the throne of grace and teaching them to pray and trust. Wishing you a blessed and safe week. xo ~Lisa