Thursday, May 5, 2011

His Grace Work

Him and I, we're dancing in the kitchen. The music filling the room proclaims the name of Jesus and his eyes and my eyes meet, stay connected for a handful of seconds. His fingers are wrapped tight around my thumb and I ask him out loud,

"Are you gonna grow to love that Jesus who loves you so??"

And he beams that stellar smile of his right back at me.

This one life...

These children...

This is Your work Lord.

And I am merely your servant.

May your glorious grace rain down on this home and may all these tiny souls fall hard after you. :)