There you go, in your slippers,
changing the first diaper of the day
with your eyes still half closed.
You make some breakfast. You think
about reading them a book. You’re
slipping sweaters over little mops of
bedhead, then singing the
silliest song you can think of while you
battle the tangles.

All day long, there you go, tending the fires.
In the plates you fill, the sunshine
you teach them to love, the lessons on
shoe-tying and teeth-brushing,
you fuel flames of becoming.
You’re the one watching for
the sparks of truth, breathing on them,
coaxing them brighter.
You do your best to catch the wayward sparks
before they ignite in hearts, minds, or
actual curtains.

The light of those wild little flames sometimes
dims your eyes from noticing
the ethereal ember of your own becoming
who lives on in the midst, longing to
create and be created in the
light, life, love of the Spirit who
sets all fires.

So tend your flame too, dear one, and
let yourself be tended. The One who
started all these fires will not let any
weak spark go out, and your little
flames need not just your watching—
they need your living, too.
There is room for you to dance
as the flames you keep
set you ablaze.

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Posted by Megan

Hey there, I’m Megan! You can usually find me dreaming up a new project with my husband, trying to figure out homeschool with my two girls while my little boy explores the pots and pans cabinet, or excavating a pile of laundry with coffee in my hand. We live in New England and our dog is named Moose.

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