The evidence surrounds me: rows of small shoes greet guests at the door, tiny fingerprints adorn the walls, a sticky sippy cup sits abandoned on the table. My house is inhabited by little people, and I am abundantly blessed.
God has entrusted these dear ones to my care for only a short season. Soon, my babies will be grown and gone from under the protection of my wings. I can pray and hold them tight for now, but God is patiently teaching me to let my little ones go ... one small baby step at a time.