My son is perfect...
I'm supposed to be finishing up a bible study on Isaiah 1-6 tonight. I read it, but I'm not ready to respond to it yet. I don't know how. I'm going to have to think about it a little longer.
But I keep getting sidetracted thinking about Elijah. I'm in the extra bedroom trying to do my bible study when and suddenly I'm distracted by the fact that just a few short hours ago we were wrestling on the bed in here, and on the floor by the kitchen. We were playing peekaboo, and I was hearing his gleeful laughter. And I'm so tempted to go drag him out of bed so we can play some more tonight. (but I won't. I'm not that crazy.) But I can't help but think how wonderful he is. (and when I say wonderful, I mean full of wander).
Oh sure, I'll admit he's developing an attitude. He's learning how to voice his opinion when he wants something. And there is just no messing with the kid when he's tired. But how blessed I am to see that smile as much as I do. I want to be more like Jesus today, so that I can be a great mommy for that kid upstairs.
Thank you God for family. Please protect them.
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