First Fire Time

So, here I sit, in front of the fire, contemplating what to do with my life, my marriage, my kids. The past, present and future. The reality of life everlasting and the things I want to put my hands to today.

I am a housewife. How dreary that sounds. So today I reveal my new title...PHENOMA MAMA !!!

My kids are growing up and I am growing old. They are not weary and so I choose not to grow weary. As I allow them to spread their wings and fly, I tuck my head and cry. No one sees, no one knows, til now.

Their independence means my learning a new dependence without them to care for. As they build their lives, outside of the nest, I feel them getting a little farther away, yet closer. The food for life they have been fed, has nurtured and grown them. Not without pain, but certainly with much pleasure.

I love my family with all that I am. They are, without a doubt, the greatest blessings of my life. My greatest achievement, as though they are mine to claim. No not mine, but to the One much greater than I. He gives me the opportunity to give and receive the message I share today.

Hope for the greatest futures my kids can imagine, better even. But only with Him.

This is the first of many sharing times, I hope, as we glean from one another the celebrations and trials of life, that the glow and warmth of the fire comforts and envelops, as we share stories to laugh, cry, dance, and build the beauty and treasures of our hearts.