Made for this
I want slow mornings,
bread rising in the oven,
little feet padding across the floor,
a Bible open beside my coffee.
I want to home school my children
at the kitchen table with crayons and scripture,
to teach them about fractions
and forgiveness in the same breath,
to let wonder lead the way.
I want to be the wife who lights candles at dinner,
who greets him at the door
with joy in her eyes
and flour still on her hands.
I want worship music to fill the corners of our home,
to raise children who know
what it feels like to dance with joy
and cry in prayer
without shame.
I want a life rooted in presence,
in purpose,
in love that doesn’t hurry.
Not perfect
just real,
just ours,
just holy in the quiet kind of way
most people miss.
Copyright © Esther Walters | Year Posted 2025
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