The greater things of universe, time and space, I cannot fully grasp. The news? Terrifying as usual. Maybe even a little extra lately.
But I just keep looking at that cubby little face, complete with scraggly banges and snotty nose. I just keep hearing: the kingdom of heaven... Such as these. The kingdom of heaven, such as these.
So I keep on wiping that snotty nose, those poopy butts too. I keep on flailing with all my might to stay above the tsunami that is called "bedtime with small ones." I haven't drowned yet, though some nights I come up gasping for air. And I pray these simple acts of love and endurance, like a widow's pennies, will be much in the sight of God. The kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Such as these.
