The Abundant Life

This morning I woke abruptly to the sound of my daughter crying from her crib. Since it was still pretty early and her brothers weren't yet awake, I went and scooped her up, shushed her down the hallway and cuddled with her in my bed.

An hour later, the boys were up, starving as usual. I turned on the light to see, to my horror, Wren's pajamas caked in dried vomit.

We are winning over here today. Just in case you were under the misconception that I am nailing it, I'm not.

So, remembering that the abundant life starts now, and that an abundant life just might look like unknowingly cuddling with a vomit-covered baby, I'm off to make yet another pot of coffee and pontificate on the finer things in life.


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