Over the last week, the words “I need thee every hour” have repeated themselves in my head. It’s as if my heart wants to remind my brain that not everything can be figured out by thinking. Only his voice can offer peace.
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Over the last week, the words “I need thee every hour” have repeated themselves in my head. It’s as if my heart wants to remind my brain that not everything can be figured out by thinking. Only his voice can offer peace.
Recently I discovered a rock and an acorn in the pockets of my son’s hoodie. His second birthday has just passed, and I feel we’ve entered a sweet spot in our family. He’s old enough to chatter—constantly—and I can understand most of what he says. He has ideas about how he’d like to spend his time, how he’d like to play, what toys he’d like to play with; he’s even begun pointing out a favorite shirt as I dig through the drawer in the mornings.