My five year old stated matter-of-factly this afternoon. He was, aptly, wearing a giraffe costume rescued at a weekend yard sale. Daddy had been in charge of lunch on his day off, so a take out pizza and bag of Cheetos magically appeared on the table at noon. The boys were ecstatic at the crackle of the orange bag of rare delight. Now, as I cleared the table, Gavin sat munching with a twinkle in his eyes. "Look, now a giraffe is eating a Cheeto!"
Daddy grinned, "That's my boy."
I chuckled. The boys are constant entertainment; at least when we choose not to be exasperated by them. Life must have been so dull before I had children, but that era is a distant memory now. Gavin is 5 and 1/2 now, and he is followed (and often tackled) by a 4 year old, a 2 and 1/2 year old, and jolly little 8 month old. And yes, a bit of a break does sound nice. And yes, we are busy. And yes, they are all mine. I was there at their births. Believe me.
And, yes, we are beginning our homeschool journey this year, officially. In fact, we have survived week four. When asked recently what he'd learned so far, Gavin flung out nonchalantly, "Stuff." As if my ego and reputation were no concern of his. As if he doesn't consider how desperately I want to do this whole "raising children" thing right.
Of course, I learn so much from having these little reflections around. My relationship with God is so often mirrored by their own simple existence. I suspect He gets exasperated with me, cries for me, laughs at my antics, aches when He must discipline me, and always, always loves me. I read John 13:1 this morning. Jesus, "having loved His own who were in the world, loved them to the end." His own. Isn't that a wonderful phrase? Two chapters previous, Jesus had wept with His dear friends before Lazarus' tomb. Later, He sat down to a good meal with His disciples, then humbly washed their feet. He was preparing to die for them. For me. For His own. That's heavy.
Yet I blithely go about my days largely naive to His great sacrifice for me, His grace toward me. I appreciate some good things, complain about a lot of difficult things, and generally ignore the One who holds the molecules of my life together. He delights in me. He's constantly teaching me, giving me good things, taking care of me when I have no concept that I need taking care of. Because I am His own.
There. Blog one.
I chuckled. The boys are constant entertainment; at least when we choose not to be exasperated by them. Life must have been so dull before I had children, but that era is a distant memory now. Gavin is 5 and 1/2 now, and he is followed (and often tackled) by a 4 year old, a 2 and 1/2 year old, and jolly little 8 month old. And yes, a bit of a break does sound nice. And yes, we are busy. And yes, they are all mine. I was there at their births. Believe me.
And, yes, we are beginning our homeschool journey this year, officially. In fact, we have survived week four. When asked recently what he'd learned so far, Gavin flung out nonchalantly, "Stuff." As if my ego and reputation were no concern of his. As if he doesn't consider how desperately I want to do this whole "raising children" thing right.
Of course, I learn so much from having these little reflections around. My relationship with God is so often mirrored by their own simple existence. I suspect He gets exasperated with me, cries for me, laughs at my antics, aches when He must discipline me, and always, always loves me. I read John 13:1 this morning. Jesus, "having loved His own who were in the world, loved them to the end." His own. Isn't that a wonderful phrase? Two chapters previous, Jesus had wept with His dear friends before Lazarus' tomb. Later, He sat down to a good meal with His disciples, then humbly washed their feet. He was preparing to die for them. For me. For His own. That's heavy.
Yet I blithely go about my days largely naive to His great sacrifice for me, His grace toward me. I appreciate some good things, complain about a lot of difficult things, and generally ignore the One who holds the molecules of my life together. He delights in me. He's constantly teaching me, giving me good things, taking care of me when I have no concept that I need taking care of. Because I am His own.
There. Blog one.
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