This isn't a particularly profound message I have today. Just an observance of some things I have noticed. We have had an abundance
of rain this week here in Texas, due to a tropical storm. As streets
have flooded and traffic has backed up for miles, commutes have doubled in time and my frustration level with certain things has reached an all time high, I've also realized just how precious these days are.
God has given me some very special gifts to help balance the past few days out, and I'm so grateful.
Just minutes ago, I got off the phone with my four year old nephew. It was his first day of preschool today. Something that both his mommy and I have been waiting for for a VERY, very long time. It means not only independence and fun for him, but also freedom and indepence for my sister as well-- something she hasn't had ever since her 1st child was born nearly 8 years ago. Now that she has both kids in school at least part of the time, she can begin to breathe again. She can have moments to herself again. And its an exciting new phase of their lives. We were both a little nervous about how this 1st day of school would go, given that my nephew is so attached to his mommy. But thankfully, surprisingly, gratefully, it went well. He called me to tell me he made a new friend, and even played on the playground, and got to play with Playdough. And even better... he can't wait to go back again! Hallelujah, thank you Jesus!!!
On the home front, I have a 2 year old in school too. Which, I'm sure it goes without saying, she is the most brilliant child in the class and her teachers think she's a genius. Now the baby and I have our mornings to ourselves, which gives us more time to bond and nap and play together. Afternoons are for lunch, all three of us, then playtime and singing and books and napping. Today when I put the toddler down for her nap, we were busy singing the ABC Song (her recent favorite), and she put her head down on my shoulder, just wanting to cuddle for a long time. There's nothing that can match moments like that. Nothing. Do you suppose that when we have hard times, Jesus longs to have us come to him like that? Unabashedly unashamed and crawl into his lap, just longing to be comforted and to hear "I love you so much" just as the toddler longs for? I wonder things like that at those moments. And then she started singing again, as is her passion these days, and I wonder, when we sing songs of praise to God, does He consider these precious days too, as I do?