Jonathan, Sarah (one of my grown, married identical twin daughters), and Aidyn Esther....
Justin, our "other twin" Hannah, and the never-still Timothy Paul (The Preacher's namesake)...this picture says it all!
Hannah and Timothy. Oh, those two year old boy eyes!
The Preacher and I have known our share of heartache...we have sons who are "working on their testimony", and the stories about that...aside from the stress of ministry...would drop your jaw. How is it we are still friends and still in loving relationship with sons who have pulled what our boys have pulled? How is it we have managed to raise the bar (in terms of our Godly standards) instead of lower it, draw lines where lines should be, yet still exhibit grace? Still preserve relationships?
At great cost. By grace alone. Living by the law would be way easier. Like...way, way.
The Gospel. Living of the Gospel. That is how we do it. Our relationships with our children (and their spouses or Significant Others...and our grandchildren...and our friends) are infused and suffused with grace. Perfectly imperfect.
I am, like seriously, sloppy blessed. Still living a dream I have not earned and do not deserve.
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2 comments:
Mmm. This was sloppy warm and soothing. Like a balm. Like homemade chicken soup. Which are what we all need now and then.
Amen.
Thank you, Kelley! :). Love the little profile pic....cute shoes! Have a blessed week...
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