Why You’re Never Too Old
“Mom, can you help me? I don’t know how a do this,” he says, tiny hands holding two halves of a blue plastic game board. Imploring eyes and a sweet round face melt me instantly.
“I’d love to!” I smile, getting down on his level. I kiss his soft face, and slide together the blue plastic frame of an ice cube game.
They grow up so fast, these kids, huh?
This week, I waited in an echoey church hall after a graduation meeting for my senior. The class of 2013 voted on announcement styles, ceremony emcees, and slide show music. I texted my son for his votes, as he sat through a work meeting half an hour away.
In five months he’ll walk a stage, flip silver tassels, and receive a rolled-up diploma.
Over coffee and a cheese danish this week, I discovered parenting advice from two thousand years ago that resonated with me.
“If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously and without finding fault, and it will be given to you.”
Like my four year old, humbly holding out two plastic game pieces; to my eldest filling out college and job forms; to me, holding out humble hands to my Abba/Daddy.
Abba, please give me wisdom today, this week, this month, as I raise my kids, love my man, and strive to be a woman after your heart.
You? Anything on your heart? Need wisdom or a flash of light?
And our Papa? He melts to hear you ask that, scooping down to cup your face, kiss your soft cheeks, and slide those pieces together.
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