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We're home today. At least until Cubbies. I'm treasuring this being with them.

Slow.
Simple.

Listening to her words.
Watching worms and pill bugs
Soaking up the sun
Preparing the soil for the seed

Making sandwiches
Baking just enough cookies
Wiping down tables
Nourishing bodies

And I think about this house work I do.

Washing.
Preparing.
Cleaning.

And I find I enter into His work. In my little sphere, I am a picture of Him for them. What a thought!

Oh Lord, that I may not warp the truth of who you are in the fumblings of who I am.