my short arms...

some friends came over today for a little photography lesson. amber and nick were in our sunday school class when they were in college and then they were the middle school leaders when millie was in middle school. they have been in seminary in texas and are heading out to brazil to the mission field next month. but they are in town for a few weeks. and for a photography lesson.

Transient

watching them with their little one year old, almost walking son reminded me of those days with my little toddling kids. when they could only walk as far as my arm would reach. they held my hand to be safe. there was no where they could go that was beyond my reach...

that is what it felt like back then. so safe. i was in such ultimate control. i liked that.

and now it feels different. no one holds my hand. and the span of my arm is way too short to contain their wanderings. and their questions. 

but this i call to mind and i have hope...

isaiah 59:1
Surely the arm of the Lord is not too short  to save,
    nor his ear too dull to hear.