I had a wonderful lunch yesterday with 4 other moms. and as our children ran under our feet, dropped pizza on the floor, fell down and got back up-- we laughed and talked. and through our edifying conversation, i was reminded again that i sometimes don't really look at my kids. when i scan my home, i see the spiderweb in the corner, the dishes on the table, the fabric beckoning me and the laundry pile. but so often i don't really see the golden heads right below me. i don't really listen to them call my name and ask me for something.
oh i want to really see them. i want to take time to look deep into their eyes and ask my Father to help me see their hearts. when i stop-- of course their hearts are so much of my world-- so very important! how can they be so easy to bypass in my daily tasks? how can i put the floor being swept above getting down on the floor and knowing them better?
Father, help me see. i want to take time this afternoon to play-- really play. disperse my many annoyances and frustrations, oh God. replace them with Your good and laughter.
Thank you, girls, for reminding me yesterday. community rocks.