I climb the stairs to check on my little people before climbing into bed. It has been a long day, full of fixing things, washing things, and wiping things.
I feel like my little people have gotten lost in the things today, so I linger a little longer in their rooms as I turn out all the lamps. I peek in each of their beds and quickly realize they have bunked up with one another.
As I turn out the last lamp, my eyes focus in on the pile of brown paper bags on the table. Neatly stacked paper bags, I might add. I walk over to the table and pick up the bag on top of the pile. I know immediately that my artist has decorated this one. It has a bird on it and it is beautiful.
The Grace Project. My sweet kids have finished decorating every one of the brown paper bags that will hold cookies for our neighbors.
The quiet whispering and the chairs sliding on the hardwood floors all make sense as I hold the stack of bags. Elli’s quiet voice and the babies laughing-she must have traced their handprints on numerous bags. I choke on the lump in my throat.
While I was washing things and picking up things, my kids had gotten lost in their own little world of things.
Good things. Making something beautiful out of plain paper bags. Laughing together and creating together. Helping one another. Serving together.
Loving one another…at least for tonight.
As I get ready to climb into bed, I am reminded that we are in this together, all of us.