to the tiny
ceramic bowl
of extra dark
chocolate chips,a sleeping baby girl
with her brown doll
snug beneath a sprawled arm,
breathes quietly
next to me..
the sound of cold October rain
steadily falling.
restful sigh.
this next season
i will hide.
tuck myself away.
allow Him to
winterize me,
to gently remove the busy,
the buzzing,
the cluttering about,
and to fall in love
once again
with the
quiet,
the mundane,
the faithful presence
of my Savior
and i will find
sweet rest..
-the october before baby comes
small tiny steps towards less busy
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