if my life were dusted for prints what would the evidence point to? where would you find me most of the time?
there would be a lot of prints on the computer, on my iphone. you would find my steering wheel covered as i head here or there. my pots and pans would be heavy with them from making dinner and putting away dishes.
but what about the people i love? could you find my prints on their shoulders from holding them close? from a gentle touch on a face looking up? from holding a hand that’s still smaller than my own?
guilty as charged. i spend my life on so many fleeting things while my children sit by and wait for their turn. people are the only eternal thing we can see, the only spiritual beings visible to the eye. i want to spend the next few weeks enjoying the rest of the summer with my children. my posting will be a bit more sporadic during this time.
pray for me that i could put down the phone and not sit too long in front of the computer and i’ll do the same for you.
(psst…if you miss me too much remember for a mere five dollars you can read my ebook found right here…thanks.)