Can someone tell me where the time goes? I mean, I know how I spend my days, but where does the time go, really? I can't believe how 15 years has gone by in the snap of a finger, it seems. I remember the day Shelby was born in great detail. Which is pretty amazing since I often can't remember what happened yesterday. My time with Shelby is becoming more and more limited. It makes me tear up as I write this.
I find I take great comfort from Proverbs 22:6 "train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not stray from it"
I have dreams for Shelby, but what I've found is that Shelby has dreams for herself. She dreams of driving a car (talks of it A LOT, actually). She dreams of going away from home for college. She dreams of making her own decisions. I hope and pray that we have trained her well so that she can do all of these things without straying from Jesus.