The whispers in the night can be heard. The giggles of sisters roam my halls, bouncing off the beams
like rays of sunshine bouncing off my windows. The sound warms you deep inside somewhere.
There is 13 years difference between them and I still thank the Lord that we followed Him instead of the way of the world when the world told us we should stop.
"I'm glad that's you and not me having all those babies... you'll never have a life.."
Really? I dare to differ with you.
God's way is always better than
your way, world.
So we followed God and we end up with scenes like this
all over our house... not a bad turn if I do say so myself.
They cook together and share the same small space they call their room
and at night they can be found snuggled up together reading or finishing some un-done
project for the day, but they're together. They're always together.
Their worlds so mixed up that you hardly notice one without the other one. As I walked in
their room it hit me that the years of their togetherness is slowly finishing up.
If you hear the world tell you you're crazy for doing something, you're probably doing the right thing.