Progress

What do you see here? Are you saying to yourself, "Big deal. Tissues on a bookshelf."

Ah, but when you've spent the last couple of years back in this stage like I have:

All of a sudden seeing a full box of tissues, untouched on a bookshelf in perfect reach of anybody, can almost bring a tear to your eye. The good kind.

I am starting to see glimmers of hope that one day we will emerge from Little Kid Mode. Like old Noah in Genesis, who sent out a dove to determine if the flood waters had receded, I set out that tissue box about a week ago to test our own waters of destruction. And I'm here to tell you I think they're receding! We're not out of the flood zone yet, as demonstrated by the fact that Eden saw a Dayquil pill; so golden, so candy-like, sitting on the kitchen counter and popped it into her mouth without so much as a question (thankfully I saw her and made her spit it out). BUT. There's daily proof that life won't always be so...messy.

And here's yet another testament:

That's Eden helping me wash dishes. She's actually pretty good at it! She thrives on feeling useful and carrying out a job. This is an encouragement to me! Thank the Lord that He encourages our weary souls when we need it most.