of beige places as maps --
maps tracing toddler discovery
and if so, then oh my,
my world is full,
full of maps
over the cupboards and
up the stairs and
across light switches, door knobs, khakis
each new mark
closer to the ceiling
than the last
...and of redemption's journey,
mapped out by the marks
of my struggles, and i pray:
may each new mark be
closer to the ceiling
than the last.
:) amen
ReplyDeleteyou are beautiful. i, too, pray that my marks reach higher and higher. he is so good to continue to draw us/draw us in, isn't he?! love this, and thanks for the hat-tip. :)
ReplyDeletesmiles. love the analogy of the growth marks of children...ours are inside the closet in the living room...and yeah i hope mine keep going up...
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading this Bethany Ann. Especially the last line.
ReplyDeleteIt took me a few reads to understand the beige marks, (sometimes I'm slow) but I get it and I love it. Smudges as signs of growth not dirt but something far better, discovery. Thanks Bethany Ann.
ReplyDeleteoh bethany... i pray this too. may our marks reach higher and higher, friend.... (how i love you)
ReplyDeleteA beautiful journey,and nothing can compare to it in a mother's world. Thank you.
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