Yester-years...

I love nights like this...when the house is quiet, the kids are in bed, and it's just dad, mom and me up. I keep thinking though, since I'm getting older...how many more years do I have left at home to sit here like this with them? *sigh* it seems like the care-free days of childhood passed too fast for even me...days when I would jump up on my daddy's lap and beg him to read a story again and him praying with me before I would go to bed...my first memory when I was reaching my hands up to my dad, wanting him to pick me up (I was one years old). It's amazing how fast time goes by. I just have to treasure EACH and EVERY season of life--and appreciate God's timing in everything, and His sovereignty over the past, the present, and the future.

But there is one thing that has never changed with my growing up years...God is still the same constant, and loving Father. No matter where I am 1-2-5-or 10 years from now--even if my parents move away at some point, or if I'm married in the next 10 years--God will always be right there beside me. And tonight, I am reminded of these words:

"Faithful is He who has promised,
He will always remain."