This room is where our treasures lie.
This is where I sing silly little songs when they can't sleep.
This is where . . as I write this on Monday afternoon .. .
the lil' farm hand is tucked in holding tight to moosey and his favorite book that is 30 years old . . . tucked under his arm. He promised to be careful with it.
The treasures that I hold dear ..
like the quilt that my mom made for her children and now is draped over my rocker. .
or the flower girl dress that I wore when I was two and a half ..
or the dresser that my parents bought for me when I was ten while I was away at camp ..
are nothing .. .nothing at all next to the grands that we've been blessed with.
Every now and then we wonder if we will be wise enough .. to pass on some wisdom. . .
or kind enough .. to give them a desire to be kind ..
or generous enough with our time to give them a heart of service .. .
or will they see Jesus in us. . .and want to love Him too.
In this time of our lives .. .
we want to be each others best friend and enjoy the time after raising children. . .
but we also want to be good stewards of our time to invest quality time in the young lives we hold dear.
It was fun to "clean" up the room for a weekend. . .
but I was more than ready to remove the "pretty things"
and put back the items that really matter.
Two high chairs. . two playpens and a stack of assorted sized diapers and pull ups.
The music box stays. . . .it's for their enjoyment only.
Tomorrow .. .our bedroom.