For years I did a head count. One…two…three…four…five…six.
Six children, present and accounted for. I did it at airports. When we got in the car. Walking through the mall. Going to the playground. Leaving church. One…two…three…four…five…six.
Over the years as the kids left home, I still did a head count. Some days in Kenya, I’d think, “Emily in Ohio, check; Katie in Milwaukee, check; Luke in Souderton, check; Peter and Melissa in Sudan, check; Noah in Texas, check; Daniel under our roof, check.” The locations were constantly changing and somehow it was comforting to know where everybody was at that particular moment.
This past week, I was absent-mindedly going through the list, and chuckled, because they were all present and accounted for. And they were all in the same room. We had a few wild, glorious and crazy days all together.
This morning, the first day of 2013, I am doing my usual head count. Luke in Souderton, check; Katie on the road, check; Peter and Melissa in Brooklyn, check; Emily here with us, check; Noah and Onna on the road, check; Daniel on the road, check.
I am so thankful, Lord Jesus, and I am content.