Your grace abounds in deepest waters...

It's not very often I spend much time with my own wishful thinking.  (out loud, anyway.)

But for today. 

For today, I will be wishful.  Today I will load up everything I own, pack up the hubs, and move to California with all of my people.  Yes, you.  Today, we are going on an adventure.  Today we are going to be stowaways on a Navy aircraft carrier. 

Today, we are going to follow my big brother to the ends of the earth.

 

Today I wish my arms were oceans.  Oceans that wore my blue from the inside out.  Oceans that rob distance.  Oceans that could hug you without breaking.  I wish my arms were oceans that could carry you far away and home.   

Today I wish my biggest hopes and dreams for you on my Daddy God's feet.  That you would be safe.  Warm.  Happy.  That four years would pass quickly.  That no matter how far away you go you won't feel far away.  That we would miss you sweetly, not sadly.  (He's going to have to work really hard on that one.)  That you would know how proud we are of you.  How thankful.  That you would know how loved you are.

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