One week ago, I had to leave my boys behind in Virginia to seek treatment for an injury in Connecticut. As I was driving, I was feeling torn, thinking that I don't belong anywhere. Then I heard, Take Me Back, by Third Day on the radio. It was such a comforting moment. Returning to Connecticut felt like coming home.
Listening to these words, I knew I was going to a place where I belong, where I need to be right now. God has me right where he wants me. But it doesn't make it easy to be away from my children.
Last night, my youngest read me a story. It was a special moment and made me feel like I had done a good job. I gave him that gift. We have read stories together almost every night together, since he was a baby.
Yes, perhaps they would have each become readers and writers on their own, but I feel especially grateful that each of them has found a love for stories and sharing too.