six little feet, thirty little toes.
my night was spent pretending to be a horse, and making sure dinner was eaten and teeth were brushed.
we ate strawberries for dessert, put together a Hello Kitty puzzle, and watched The Little Mermaid.
i read a million books, tucked them into bed, and then was reminded that i forgot to fill up their water cups.
i was told that the littlest one would scream when i put him down, but i sang him a few of my favorite hymns, and stroked his hair, and all was well.
“it is well, it is well with my soul.”
i put him in his crib, and his little hand reached out & grabbed my pinky. my heart turned into mush.
i don’t know if they’ve ever heard about Jesus, so why not now?
i always forget that this is my mission field, even more so than Peru will be in only six days.
i have a habit of complaining about babysitting jobs; it’s not what i want to do forever. it’s not easy putting other people’s children to bed, and telling them to stop standing on chairs, and to be kind to their siblings.
one day i hope to have my own littles to put to bed. i dream about them sometimes, and as much as i say i don’t want children, my heart is excited to one day be a momma to a little Phoebe, and a little Judah, and maybe a little Graham.
but for now, i’ve been given this opportunity to sing other babies to sleep with songs about Jesus, and show them love by giving them strawberries.
and i am grateful that i am the one to do so.