Needless to say, I've been tired. Sunday morning I decided I needed a little break. Ivan took the babes to church (thank you Grace Brethren nursery volunteers!) I did my morning chores (washing bottles, cleaning the kitchen), took a leisurely shower, read the chapter on Christmas called "sometimes I forget to tell you I love you" in Madeleine L'Engle's " The irrational season : The Crosswicks Journal - book 3". The book follows the liturgical year and is a deeply satisfying glimpse into the life and spiritual journey of an exceptional writer and, in my mind, such a profound theologian.
The chapter ends with this small verse,
This is the irrational season
When love blooms bright and wild.
Had Mary been filled with reason
There’d have been no room for the child.
which speaks so much to me right now, in my own irrational season- of learning to live with these two little ones, coming into our lives so unexpectedly, and whom I love so deeply, even in my exhausted haze.
These dear ones...








