One of the best things about teaching in a Christian School is the morning prayer time with the staff. Last week, during this special time, I was shocked to learn that Jenessa Byers had lost her battle with cancer. This sweet little girl was only eight years old.
Despite the fact I have never met her, and my connection to her is precarious at best, I cried. And cried some more.
Her story reminded me that God has gifted me with two children for the time he designed. Some days I feel sorry for myself because I missed those precious years when they were infants and toddlers. Of course my son was little more than a toddler, but that time passed far too quickly. As does every day since.
While they are young: I will dance with them in the rain.
While they are young: I will play steamroller with my son.
While they are young: I will braid my daughter's hair.
While they are young: I will play puppy with my son.
While they are young: I will listen to girl's stories.
While they are young: We will make snowmen in the yard.
While they are young: I will read bedtime stories every night.
Before it is too late.