My home is full of memories that once were grains of sand...
~Nick's in the wall made by arrows shot from little bows, held by little hands.
~Shoes left in the pathway, as little feet rushed indoors to play.
~Fingerprints on the sliding door from tiny hands attached to arms searching for strength.
These grains, they enter in sometimes when I'm not ready for them. Irritations to the comfort of my oyster's shell, and I squirm and strain to get rid of them.
~Legos rattling through the vacuum again.
~Drumsticks set on the window sill.
~The empty box of cereal placed back on the pantry shelf that growing arms could barely reach.
~Skateboards and scooters left in the driveway.
But the choice is mine. I can allow these grains to continue to bring discomfort, or I can cover them with grace.
Beautiful grace smoothing over rough places. Beautiful grace so pure and white. I can choose to string together beautiful memories of little hands and little feet growing strong, memories of little boy laughter and love. I can choose to adorn my heart with beautiful grace.
Shared from my heart ~ Stacy
And may I suggest a little weekend reading?
Sharing Your Walk
The Desperate Homemaker's Epiphany
You can visit Stacy at Daily Surrender to Jesus