being tethered

I saw the cutest little boy today named Asher around the same age our son Asher would be now. I love that while these crazy babies of mine keep me tethered to the reality of the everyday, the hurting, the needy, the hungry, the searching, the dying, the crazy ones and where I find myself in all of the above, the gift and privilege of being Asher’s mom keeps me tethered to a coming reality where everything sad will become untrue, all wrongs will be made right, and all the grandeur and glory will finally satisfy my unquenchable longing for more, and my wrestling ever-wavering faith will become sight. ‪

#‎OGloriousDay‬

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