Today, as I was leaving McDonald’s with both my sweet toddlers in tow, one of the other customers looked at me, and said “you have your hands full.” And I suppose that was true – each one of my hands had a little hand tucked inside it, and I don’t imagine I could have held much more in that moment.
But instead of being offended by what she said, I looked back over my shoulder at her and said, “yes, and that’s exactly the way I like it.”
After all, full hands are better than empty hands.
That’s kind of the way our lives have been lately.
In the last month, I’ve celebrated weddings, birthdays, Mother’s Day, and new babies with the people I love. I’ve put in hours at the library, edited grad school papers, sold my kids’ old clothes, and shared the pulpit with my husband. I’ve eaten with friends, laughed, strolled through the farmers market, and snuggled with my babies.
Life has been full. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” John 10:10