Contentment. I believe that to really flavor the meaning of this word one must become of age. Not physical age: there are many a soul that have tasted and rejoiced in contentment that are younger than me. I am talking about when the soul becomes of age, the age of being still and knowing that in that stillness of a moment there is God. As a mom by God's grace, he showers me with those moments. A crazy day full of many events, a broken cup, a Spartan battle to settle in the middle of your living room, a three year old who has discovered that the new kittens have tiny nails in need of PURPLE nail polish, a older child in need of a listening ear (after all, knowing all about plants and bugs must be your favorite thing, no?). In the middle of them you can have God fully and wholly IF you are truly in that moment. I know it is hard, but with the years passing I have found that if I am really present, really listening, really participating fully in life, I can feel God's powerful graces and His presence. To experience God while washing off nail polish, picking up toys off the floor (again), really nursing a sweet babe and looking into her eyes, playing a game with a small blessing...that, my ladies, is the most powerful, humbling experience. My heart is full with grace. "Jesus Christ, have Mercy on me a sinner!!" pearls out of my mother's lips like a pearl necklace. The moments, the life, the children, it is all too much. It is all a gift, it is all a blessing. I scoop up my sleeping baby and I take her to bed, my lips still silently moving; how can they stop? How can they halt the prayer which brings contentment!!