
I have been given five children, not in a neat little row but doled out over the course of 25 years. This means that my entire adult life has been lived with a little person by my side whose attention span (and mine by implication,) is no longer than 5 minutes long....(what was I saying? I can't remember).
I have not graduated past Hop on Pop.
I still go to places where I can color on placemats.
I have lived through 3 decades of Sesame Street.
Give me the three point sermon so I can remember one; Cut to the chase in your story and serve me food I can eat standing up because five minutes from now I will be taking someone to the potty.
I live life one itty bit at a time.
Make no mistake, this is not me complaining. This is me laughing--laughing at life that comes to me in ways I never expect but loving the big, ginormous God that gives it to me in small, manageable bites. He makes me feel my own littleness, not in a bad way, but in a "sheltered from the storm" kind of way.
You will find me poking fun at myself and I feel sure I am not done making mistakes, but thank goodness I get to hand Him a clean plate every morning and anticipate something good or at least good for me. What will He dish out today and how will I respond? Those two questions are little and huge at the same time. His daily work and my attitude toward it are probably the littlest biggest things in my world.
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