"I am immeasurably comforted by pockets.
I am relaxed by the very word "pockets". Pockets."
i happen to agree.
this quote made me think about pockets and how comforted I am by them
and how frantic I get when I'm looking for my pockets and I'm not wearing any that day.
I wanted to share this with you...
i wake up to the screeching scratchy noise
of my little boys' door knob turning.two little faces
- waiting -
waiting to start their day.
four sets of dark eyes on me
- one set brown,
the other unknown...
a huge smile sweeps through my heart and soul,
ears, eyes, through my hair, down my shoulders and out my finger tips.
my day will be filled with
wipies, diapers, sippy-cups, cheerios.
cleaning up messes, holding babies,
headaches and whining.
lots and lots
but at that moment...
that morning moment,
after i missed my boys all night long,
things are perfect.
as long as i know
i'll be keeping Him
in my pocket.
He's ready to
speak words of promises
and new beginnings.
He'll be right there...
in. my. pocket.
whether i'm wearing