A Quiet Voice

My youngest son has been sick for 3 days. My oldest son strained a muscle in his neck. They were both home from school. My wife is leaving the country tomorrow for 7 days. So, our home is a little wild. 

Somewhere in the craziness of today, amidst the feeling that I might be overwhelmed, a quiet voice kept whispering: “Love them where they are. Love them the best you can. It will be enough.”

And it was.