A friend of mine just had her seventh baby on the day my baby turned 5 months old... I went to go and see her precious bundle the next day in the hospital, and as I held her 7lb.14oz. boy, I thought of Ezra when he was just 2oz. less... and I cried...

How could it possibly be that it's only been five months, and yet I can barely remember those first few weeks I tried so desperately not to forget?  I thought I'd held him longer, smelled him more, sleeping with his little body on mine with his "fuzzy" hair brushing against my chin... everything I did in those first few weeks were intentional in case the Lord would decide he was my last...

And as much as I did to remember those moments forever, I found that they've passed like all the rest... and I wonder, how many more moments will pass that I will look back on as moments I wish I could have savored longer...

And so my call as a mother, wife and woman of God comes into focus once again as I realize the need to be more intentional with my life... and every moment that the Lord blesses me with... and what I will do with each one so I will be what it is He created me to be... each precious moment... one second at a time...