Last week I attended St. Davids Christian Writers’
Conference. It was an amazing week of learning
and sharing. I arrived home last
Saturday with creative juices flowing and a laptop loaded with ideas. I was looking forward to beginning work on
several devotionals and a non-fiction project!
But… I haven’t written anything this week.
This week I’ve been spending some extra time with my 7-week
old grandson, Bryan.
I haven’t written anything, but…
I have felt the gentle warmth of Bryan’s breath on my neck.
I have experienced my heart melting whenever he flashes me his
crooked smile.
I have noticed the phenomenon of how a baby feels
heavier after he settles into a deep sleep.
I have been blessed by the flutter of his eyelashes on my
cheek.
I have smelled his sweet, milky burps.
I have been tickled by his first attempts at laughing.
I have traced the intricate patterns on the palms his perfect
little hands.
I have watched him dream while he is sleeping.
I have concluded that the best scent in the world is a
baby’s hair after his bath.
I haven’t written anything this week, but Bryan has.
All week long this tiny author has been writing love on my
heart.
