Growth

We are reaching a place that I have dreaded . In just a few weeks, Ezra will be older than Canaan ever got . As I rejoice in the growth of my sweet  youngest boy, I try not to dwell on the fact that what should be well-travelled territory is instead shaky ground. We are growing together-up, and out of grief. Signs of Canaan abound . Last week, I saw a verse from one of his favorite book and heard his voice in my head all day.