A picture came to mind in regards to our kitchen table. My husband sits on one end, I sit on the other and children fill in on either side. This reminds me of two bookends, supporting the books in between. Each book holds an incredible adventure I want to be apart of. Some pages might read of joy and some are marked with sorrow. A chapter might surprise you at the strength that was gained and another have you laughing until you cry. No book is the same and I admire the creativity God used on each one. It takes time and grace to handle each one. What a gift we have been given with family.

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