When I see my boys,
Being all God created them to be.
I remember how full life is,
How beautiful life is,
How sovereign God is.
And I wouldn’t change a thing.
What pained me brought me strength,
What wounded birthed character,
And I am better for it.
Time heals the deepest wounds,
Leaving just the faintest scar,
To remind us that we’re human.
Six weeks or sixty years,
A child is still a child.
Today I’ll close my eyes and remember,
I’m really a momma to three.
I’ll say a prayer of thanks,
For the precious two I have,
Promising to hold them tighter,
Play with them longer,
Love them harder.
Because I know that’s what really matters.
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