TITLE: Stronger By Karen Petty 02/05/07 |
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Van doors slam one after another, while mom hopes to herself, that the baby will stay asleep, at home with dad. Waiting for the bus is like reffing a soccer game today. Mom endeavors to keep positive interaction going. But the kids aren’t up for it. It’s just too tempting for them to annoy one another, for their own enjoyment. Soon, the bus carries them off. She waves to her youngest rider & he waves back. The older ones are too cool.
The house is unusually quiet, upon her return. After checking on the smallest member of the family, she slips into bed next to husband, for a few more moments of rest. In what seems like no time at all, the world starts moving again. Having showered, she puts a pop-tart in the toaster, & then loads the washer. Dad comes down the hall with a sleepy-eyed wonder, in his arms. After a few snuggles, he places him in the highchair, for breakfast. She watches the kindness in her husband’s eyes, as he snaps a bib around the boy’s neck. But the clock is ticking & he has just minutes before leaving for work. She turns toward the kitchen sink, as he gathers his things. It’ll be twelve hours before they see one another again, as usual. “Wanna pray?” her husband asks, as he wraps his arms around her waist. She turns & faces him, thankful for a few minutes to bring their concerns to the Lord, together. He takes her hands in his, & begins to pray, briefly, about their children, their future, and the different needs that they’d discussed here & there, during their busy days. “Come home safe to me”, she says, before kissing him goodbye.
In those few moments, things began to seem slower & steadier, for her. The demanding day ahead of her seemed less intimidating now. His peace poured over her. Sure, there’d be errands to run, chores to do, & conflicts to settle. But things were different this morning. She’d been strengthened by her God, & lifted up by her husband.
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