I read my third daughter a book today that I have been reading for nearly eight years and I thought about how much outside-y things have happened during those eight years. Presidents. Pandemics. Job loss. Job gain. Big moves. Small moves. The same book, but three different babies in my lap. All of those events and debates and wonderful things and horrible things were going on, but here, in this book, the pages stay the same. I wonder if maybe life is really very simple. I wonder if, once we align our hearts and determinations with God and His glory, it all just clicks into place, like a cosmic seatbelt, guiding us back to our maker, back to the garden He intended for us to plant and grow in.

My husband was in a car accident the other day. Everyone involved is fine, thank God, but suddenly everything is put into crystal clarity. The mismatched socks can wait, but looking into the eyes of those that I love and seeing them, well, that really can’t. I read my third daughter that book, and I hugged my husband extra tonight, and I prayed to a good, good God, who loves me and it’s really just that simple.