april 24, 2024

my sweet sweet ones are sleeping. one inside me, one out. I am on the edge of what’s become somewhat routine and what will change my world forever.

Today I heard these words, sung by the poor clare sisters,

“My love for you, my love for you will never leave you. for though the mountains shall depart and the hills shall be removed, my covenant of peace with you will never be shaken”

and for the first time I really felt why it is that we are called children. The words I might sing to my sweet ones, the love that bursts from me for them, sung to me, bursting for me.