Under Your Pile of Hats, I See It
Sitting side by side at the kitchen table, we are surrounded by slivers of blue, green, and black construction paper.
|Photo of Neptune and moon Triton, NASA Solar System Exploration, Creative Commons cc license|
“Here, this will be the volcano,” I say, taping a grey three-dimensional cone onto a round blue sphere. “This is the ice lava. Wow, a volcano that erupts liquid nitrogen that freezes anything it touches! Can you imagine?!” and I act it out to Daniel as we attach tiny blue strips of paper to the inside of the volcano. “What a cool God!”
My seven year old grins at me, eyes wide, his haircut growing out in spiky tufts. He swings his legs excitedly under the table and picks up more paper.
“Mom, can we do some more?” he asks, his small red and black scissors poised in mid-cut.
Pausing for a moment, I waver. Because in the throes of efficiency, I had already switched hats. My Homework-Helper Mom hat was already off, my hand raised to don the Lunch-Coralling hat. Next up was Bill-Paying Mom, and Dish-Washing Mom. Homework-Helping-Mom was due again soon when 11th-grade Morgan and I would study Algebra 2.
(Don’t ask about Dusting Hat. She hasn’t been seen in weeks. Laundry-Folding-Mom works Saturdays, after Mark and the kids bring up toppling baskets of clean laundry. Who am I kidding? Laundry-Folding Mom just needs to tackle the growing mound of clean clothes that have been on the side couch all week, occasionally carried away and hidden in the bedroom when guests show up.)
My hats and To-Do lists are already lined up in my mind when Daniel asks it: “Mom, can we do this some more?”
Splashy colored paper, two scissors, and several glue sticks line the cherrywood kitchen table. South-facing window sunlight warms the dining room. Five flower buds swell slowly on the new green orchid branch.
“Sure, bud. That sounds nice,” I say, sitting back down again. I pick up a scissors and start cutting.
“Did you know that Neptune has at least 27 moons? This icy-volcano is on the moon called Triton. Isn’t God amazing?”
We pass glue sticks in silence and cut into green, blue, and red paper, the sunshine spreading warmth across my shoulders.
Our Creator God who invents ice-forming volcanic lava wears the hats of Creator, Father, Sustainer, Provider, Encourager, Savior, and Rescuer-King. In striking strength and beauty, he dons them all effortlessly.
I know you have a stack of hats, my friend. I see moms and dads who swipe on and off hats that read Provider, Meal-Maker, Child-Chauffeur, Band-Aid-Applier, Bedtime-Enforcer, Drink-Getting, Bill-Paying, Present-Wrapper, and Homework-Helping mom or dad.
God leans in and pulls you into a deep hug. He sees you and delights in you. You are loved. You are enough in Him, and you are held and sustained by Him. Merry Christmas! We celebrate our Rescuing King wrapped in baby clothes.
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