Snapshot
If one were to glimpse my day, as moments in a photograph, it would appear serene and full of peaceful happy moments. And they would see truth. Minus the serenity, that is. But those photographs, those moments show truth. But they wouldn’t see the whole truth. They wouldn’t see that while I am trying to do my morning scripture study, the set up so picture perfect and deceiving, I am actually sitting in the middle of a war zone. Little boy war whoops and battle cries ring around me while bouncy ball missiles (sometimes) narrowly miss me. Little bare feet pound the fake wood floor, chasing after the wayward ricocheting bouncy balls. Screams of delight and laughter echo throughout the house and I can’t help but join them in their infectious laughter. While my heart and soul long for a peaceful moment in which to feast upon the words of Christ, there is a satisfying and fulfilling joy in hearing these peals of mirth and excitement. Come autumn, Vince will be in kindergarten, and Kip w