And so it begins again.
This new generation of stretching and growing.
And time, well it moves so very quickly and it is out of our reach. We cannot hold onto the moments that slip through our fingers. We are powerless and we have no control over the ticking of the clock. 
Change continues to take shape over the expanse of time and there are these still frame moments that stick in your head, engraved deeply into your mind, like a branding into the folds of your brain. And these images are what shape your life and gives hope and joy to your heart. 
This is not the first time that I have had the great honor to witness this beautiful sight. And once again, my heart is torn and I grapple with all that goes on inside of me. 
I love these very precious moments and I desire desperately to hold fast to them, and yet, I love being witness to the miraculous transformation that takes place in the life of His created. The awakening of life and living takes place and I marvel at His work. Yes, I can see clearly that we are “fearfully and wonderfully made” as I watch the metamorphosis take place before my eyes. 
It’s not always something you catch, it’s a slow process and sometimes we glaze over it, but it happens nonetheless.
Then, there are other times that catch you by surprise and you are left astounded and it’s always the little things that meet your gaze and melt your heart. 
The miracle is not just in the conception and birth. The miracle goes on and on and how precious of our Lord to allow us to be witness to it. He allows us to be participants in His most amazing miracle of all. We are made in His image and we get to see it take shape in our children and grandchildren, and let’s not miss it.
I am so very grateful to my Lord for allowing me these glimpses into His heart and showering me with His blessings through our children. Our “children are a heritage from the Lord” and He intends for them to “be a delight to our soul”.
The Portion of my Inheritance 
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