Impressions are made in the small parts of our day. It is not in grand spaces of time with large noticeable stamps that these engravings are formed.

Like a child letting go of her father’s hand while perched upon the balance beam, there is that exciting, fearful, anticipatory feeling knowing all must be well because my father stands so near, yet knowing that my feeble legs must take that first step, knowing all too well the paralyzing nature of fear.

In this culture it seems that the goal of work is the rest that follows. The quest of the typical working soul seems to exert the least amount of energy to reach the point as quickly as he can to where he can cease from labor and begin to enjoy his day.

“The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light.” Matthew 6:22

The following was an exercise with which I challenged myself. In thinking of the subject of motherhood and the awesome task of raising souls, lent to me for just a short time by God, I wanted to link as many Scriptures together as would make a running commentary from God’s Word on the subject.

“For He satisfieth the longing soul, and filleth the hungry soul with goodness.” Psalm 107:9