Photographs of our twin daughters, once a week, every week, this 2014.
The first set of photographs were taken on a Sunday morning, freshly bathed, before we leave for church. The next set of photographs were taken in the afternoon of the same day, all sweaty from playing and running around. Toddlerhood is such a riot!
Around the time these photographs were taken, most of their toys were already in moving boxes, and the girls were out playing in the garage more often than usual. They won’t remember it, but someday I’ll tell them stories about that place and how happy we were watching them grow from needy premature babies to toddlers who would pull our hands to the garage and then let them go, so that they can freely run around while we watch from a few feet away.
It’s not a walk in the park, transitioning to a new place, stretching our budget to meet the growing needs of our little family, raising toddlers not knowing exactly if we’re doing it right. But it’s true what older people used to tell us—you’ll really do everything, endure anything, for your children. Every. Thing.
Just like what our Father in heaven would do for us.
A line in the book I’m currently reading goes,
“No sea is deeper than the ocean of His love. There is no army stronger than His hosts, no force greater than His throne of grace, no enemy who can overcome His direct and indirect work in our lives.
The reality of the Red Sea, in a word, is this: God will always make a way for His tired, yet trusting, children, even if He must split the sea to do it.”
~Robert Morgan, The Red Sea Rules
To be continued.
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