I am having a brown day today. Not brown like muddy, but comfy, soft brown. Toned down. I spent the morning at an art class with the boys and my mother. While we herded paint flinging little boys around the brightly colored and loud class room - I remembered how much I loved art class as a child. The smells of fresh tempera paint, old molding clay, warm crayons, and drying Elmer's glue brought me back to a much earlier day. I remembered how my little heart swelled with anticipation at what kind of thing I could create next and how proud I was of myself. The Lord has been gently prodding, reminding me that my dear little sons have the same hearts as I did, tender and dewy with innocence. What a heavy burden of responsibility and yet lightness of delight in being a mother to sons. I am relieved to know that it is the Lord that shapes and molds them - I am simply reminded to tread lightly, little hearts are looking to me to see God's face and feel His comfort and pleasure.