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We're all growing up and running out of time

December is here and gone and I had no tim eto post. If you are a friend of mine on Facebook, you saw the photos that were uploaded for the entire month and just how busy we were!

A new year is here and I can't help but think that this is the year Princess turns six and will evntually be in first grade. This is the year the triplets will turn 4 --(I know it's 10 months away). I wa sthinking about that last night while grabbing some clearance items in size 4T for next Christmas. Wow. It was only a year and a half ago Princess was in 4T. Now I am shopping for size 7 for her. Why do these monkeys have to grow up?

Also this weekend I have been thinking about growing up for mommy. This past year I have grown in a way that I wish I could write into words. Even though I am a writer I just can't. I scratch my head and try to come up with a way to explain it on Facebook...to explain it outloud...and now on here. But I can't. I learned a little something about love -- agape love. Google the word agape. It is beautiful, unconditional love (my translation). I am not talking about love for my husband or my four children. I am talking about genuine care for someone and for others from whom I otherwise would turn my head. The unforgivable -- or so I used to think...or refused to admit that I used to think. It was an area in my life I had prayed about for many years. And slowly but surely -- and even somehwat surpsisingly -- God opened the doors of my heart...He showed me how to serve in 2010 in so many areas of ministry. Better than that He showed me how to love.

I wonder some days how much time is left to embrace the opportunity to love. You just never know. And yet we waste our time holding on to things in this world...I don't want to do that anymore. Pride. That was my wordly possesion. I long for time -- one on one time with each daughter and with my husband. I got some of those moments this week. And time with the ONE who gave them to me -- oh how precious.

Long story short, I am excited for 2011. Check out something exciting I am taking part in:
http://www.kerstetters.com/dailydevotional.html

Happy New Year.

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