I talk to Jesus when my babies sleep. When they’re awake too, but those prayers sound different…more like mama strength. I talk to them about Jesus when they’re waking up.
I rub sleepy heads and tell them how handsome and beautiful and awesome and passionate they are.
I tell them they were specifically designed, the entire universe shifted because Jesus loves them. Their little powerhouse spirits. I tell them they can change the world again by loving and choosing Jesus.
What a team they will make. My babes and God. My mind spins just thinking about it, the possibilities God has written out.
And I breathe a little easier, grateful to be on this journey. Grateful I’m honored with strong willed cubs.
And I run my fingers through their crazy and different hair and will continue to whisper all things good.
Difficult to raise, but oh so good.
Love once changed the world, and now it has changed mine, thrice over.
And I’m anxious and impatient to whisper sweet nothings to number three. And grateful, yet in pain, over his already distinctly stubborn self.
And I’m convinced, despite it all, love will continue to better the world, and my cubs will be part of the gravity and part of the star shine.