Monday, February 24, 2014
She's Smarter Than Me
Long dark hair fell across her face and her eyes flashed. Wiping furious tears from her cheek, she grit her teeth, and I watched jaw muscles flex and clench.
A homework assignment was aggravating her, and confusion masqueraded as fury. After several exasperated sighs, she suddenly stood up, shoving her chair back.
"Mom! Can I go do some devotions?!"
"Right now?" I wondered, "Don't we have a lot to do?"
"Mom, I just need some time with God. I need to do this."
Bleakness stood out against pale cheekbones. My daughter froze mid-bolt, pleading with her eyes.
"...Sure, go ahead. Let's meet again in twenty minutes?" My words were barely out, and she was off, her door shutting behind her, a pink room disappearing from sight.
My daughter? She's smarter than me. She knows Who to run to, where to turn, when life feels raw. Because for me, I sometimes take too long to pause life and grab my Bible and journal. I often try to soldier on, with a bad mood firmly entrenched. Grumbling under my breath, quietly seething, or secretly dissolving into sadness before finally realizing my need --and it's Source-- I can leave casualties around me.
My daughter? She was smarter than me this week.
And that brings joy too.
(Photo Credit: Harry Rowed, Creative Commons, cc licensing)