As I talked over allergy medications with my youngest son last weekend, I remembered my abide time. My youngest son was about a year old, and my life was busy with him and his older brothers who were nearly seven and five. Those were restless years, and not only because of sleep deprivation. I thought I should be contributing more and agreed to take on a major project at our church. I gritted my teeth with determination while dealing with various trouble-shooting issues. I will never forget when my middle son--the one with special needs who I am convinced "feels the room"--came over one day and pointed to the computer screen.
Abide: Learning to "Dwell In"
Abide: Learning to "Dwell In"
Abide: Learning to "Dwell In"
As I talked over allergy medications with my youngest son last weekend, I remembered my abide time. My youngest son was about a year old, and my life was busy with him and his older brothers who were nearly seven and five. Those were restless years, and not only because of sleep deprivation. I thought I should be contributing more and agreed to take on a major project at our church. I gritted my teeth with determination while dealing with various trouble-shooting issues. I will never forget when my middle son--the one with special needs who I am convinced "feels the room"--came over one day and pointed to the computer screen.