The toys in my back yard no longer serve as play things but as reminders of times gone by.
I remember when picking up toys from the yard and the living room were constant chores in my every day life. I remember deep holes dug in my back yard. But they were more than that, they were trenches, fire pits, swimming pools and canyons.
Those days are long gone, yet
as recent as yesterday.
The children who played with these toys and romped around in these yards are growing up. They've traded in dolls for prom dresses, Tonka trucks for hunting rifles, board games for college books and felt food for oven mitts.
I am so blessed to have been able to be a stay at home mom so that I could be present for every bit of the change. I was honored to kiss boo boos, and wipe snotty noses. Now, I am blessed to watch as the fruits of my labor are ripe for the harvest. I am honored to watch as my children make their own choices and carve out lives of their own.
Blessed beyond measure
"We must not hide them from their children,
but must tell a future generation
the praises of the Lord,
His might, and the wonderful works
He has performed.
...so that a future generation -
children yet to be born - might know...
so that they might put their confidence in God
and not forget God's works,
but keep His commandments."
- Psalm 78:4-7 (HCSB)
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