The squeals and the thumping from the day has ceased. Sounds of two little boys jumping and running around our apartment as I tried to clean the kitchen. Restless. Hungry. Wanting. Waiting. Busy. Distracted.
Motherhood gives me an accurate and honest look at my own heart. Tonight, my heart is like two hungry and restless boys. They even have my nose.
Lord, here I am.
Please calm and quiet my soul.
that I may learn to trust you.
that I may learn to yearn for your bread and water.
that I may learn to be satisfied,
to be still,