Thursday, February 15, 2007
A deflated balloon and a floppy giraffe...
I don't think that my heart can swell with love any more than in those early morning moments when I am greeted by a sleepy eyed, grinning little boy, draging behind him the two most important things in his whole world: a deflating pink baloon (bobbing along on the ground) and his floppy stuffed giraffe. Sam has been sick for the last week. All disgust with vomit and diarrhea aside, the moments of comfort have been TREASURES. He usually doesn't sit for very long at all, but in his sickness, he has sought out the comfort of being rocked to sleep and generally being held as much as possible. When something is as fleeting and precious as a little boys' heart - it is so wonderful to be able to put your arms out and relish holding this little one close. Isn't it a captivating thought that the Lord desires our hearts this way? My heart is a treasure to the Lord as my sons hearts are a treasure to me...
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
I am having a brown day today. Not brown like muddy, but comfy, soft brown. Toned down. I spent the morning at an art class with the boys and my mother. While we herded paint flinging little boys around the brightly colored and loud class room - I remembered how much I loved art class as a child. The smells of fresh tempera paint, old molding clay, warm crayons, and drying Elmer's glue brought me back to a much earlier day. I remembered how my little heart swelled with anticipation at what kind of thing I could create next and how proud I was of myself. The Lord has been gently prodding, reminding me that my dear little sons have the same hearts as I did, tender and dewy with innocence. What a heavy burden of responsibility and yet lightness of delight in being a mother to sons. I am relieved to know that it is the Lord that shapes and molds them - I am simply reminded to tread lightly, little hearts are looking to me to see God's face and feel His comfort and pleasure.
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