As we were driving down the street earlier this morning, I glance back and notice that Lindley is staring out the window, obviously pondering something...
...then she says, "Mom, is this real?"
And I'm instantly brought back to the many times that I just feel like life is surreal. Am I really me? Am I really in this family? Am I really a mom? Am I really here, right now?
Since I am pondering my own thoughts, glad that someone besides me verbalized this sense of not feeling real, Drew answered for me...
"Yes, Lindley, we are real. This is real."
Lindley wasn't satisfied with his answer, "No, Drew. This is just a book."
Oh how certain seasons of life make me wish this was all a book, that we can flip to the end and see exactly how everything works out. I am in one of those seasons right now. I know the Lord has me right where He wants me, regardless of how hard it is to be still in Him and trusts in His promises. But I sure do wish I could get just a glimpse of what He has in store for me, for Michael, for our sweet family in 2014.