She gets in the car, full of energy, and guess whats, her eyes dancing as she talks a mile a minute. Every day is a new story, a new thing she learned, a funny thing that happened...and she wants to tell me all of it. And I've been waiting all day to hear it.
I'm awakened at 6:30 to my nine month old crying. As I drag my sleepy body into his room, he holds his arms up to me and breaks into a big, toothy grin.
There is so much love here.
"How can I thank You? What can I bring?
What can these poor hands lay at the feet of a King?
I'll sing You a love song, It's all that I have.
To tell you I'm grateful for holding our lives in Your hands.
You are holding our lives in Your hands."