On our way to preschool this morning I, yes I, had full control over the music. The CD player is on the skids and Mommy Said NO! to a DVD, so I was seeking like it was no one's business for some new or old favorites.
"I saw God today" drifted out of the speakers. I stopped seeking to hear the song I partially remembered hearing. I've been very emotional lately and felt tears squirt into my eyes as I hummed along to the story of a new father holding his baby for the first time and comparing the experience to the closest he's ever been to God and His Glory.
Zoe is very aware of everything happening in her presence, and she listened very intently. She asked how the man saw God, and why not Jesus. I explained that sometimes seeing your baby, and your kids, is so wonderful that you see God and miracles. God shows up in babies. She just nodded and went back to looking out her window with a smile on her face.
I become a pack mule twice a day on Mondays and Wednesdays. Getting backpacks (which are designed for backs yet never worn on them by my two), lunch boxes, and snow gear in and out, while holding two hands of two little SNOW! diving monsters is a workout a mule wouldn't want. Anyways, I was busy fetching a stray mitten from a snowbank 14 feet away (how did that happen?!?) and screaming "DO NOT MOVE! CARS!" to the (ok, my) kids playing chicken in the parking lot.
We made it inside at the same time Jackson's family came in, too. They had their baby with them who was 10 days new. Zoe refused to take off her coat, boots, hang up her backpack. I treated her like she was 18 months old again (undressing, wiping her face, sanitizing her hands) as she just stared at the baby face peaking from the bunting.
Finally I pulled her away from the baby and asked what she was doing? She was late for class, go go go.
Zo looked up at me and said, "Mom! I was looking for God! I want to see God in that baby."
Be still my heart.
"I saw God today" drifted out of the speakers. I stopped seeking to hear the song I partially remembered hearing. I've been very emotional lately and felt tears squirt into my eyes as I hummed along to the story of a new father holding his baby for the first time and comparing the experience to the closest he's ever been to God and His Glory.
Zoe is very aware of everything happening in her presence, and she listened very intently. She asked how the man saw God, and why not Jesus. I explained that sometimes seeing your baby, and your kids, is so wonderful that you see God and miracles. God shows up in babies. She just nodded and went back to looking out her window with a smile on her face.
I become a pack mule twice a day on Mondays and Wednesdays. Getting backpacks (which are designed for backs yet never worn on them by my two), lunch boxes, and snow gear in and out, while holding two hands of two little SNOW! diving monsters is a workout a mule wouldn't want. Anyways, I was busy fetching a stray mitten from a snowbank 14 feet away (how did that happen?!?) and screaming "DO NOT MOVE! CARS!" to the (ok, my) kids playing chicken in the parking lot.
We made it inside at the same time Jackson's family came in, too. They had their baby with them who was 10 days new. Zoe refused to take off her coat, boots, hang up her backpack. I treated her like she was 18 months old again (undressing, wiping her face, sanitizing her hands) as she just stared at the baby face peaking from the bunting.
Finally I pulled her away from the baby and asked what she was doing? She was late for class, go go go.
Zo looked up at me and said, "Mom! I was looking for God! I want to see God in that baby."
Be still my heart.
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