faithactionreconciliation

My son JJ is nearly 11 months old and he laughs all the time. Seriously he does, he even laughs in his sleep. I wake up every morning at 6am to the sounds of blah blahing and doh dohing and giggles. And every morning is the same- 1. I peek around the door 2. he sees me- 3. gets SO EXCITED! 4. scrambles up the crib to meet me, and Im sure pees his pants a little.

What a greeting.

I think one of the reasons he's so happy in the morning is because he knows how things work. He knows that after chatting away to himself for a few minutes Mom or Dad will pop around the corner, give him a change and a cuddle, some breakfast. Then maybe a trip into town, followed by lunch, some play, a nap, dinner, bath, bed.

Then Mom or Dad pops around the corner and 1,2,3,4.......

Now Im the first to admit Im no perfect Mom, but there is a unique and moving connection thats made when parent responds to child in love. When he's hungry you feed him, put him down when he's sleepy...you get it.
Why can't I be as secure in the plans God has for me? Why can't I goo goo to myself in the morning instead of stressing about how money will work or.....well any variation of the money thing really. Wouldn't it be great just to kick back in the big old pram of life and let God wheel me around? Every once in a while pulling over for a change and a cuddle and some mashed potato?
But then I would be out of control. I wouldn't sit back and be wheeled around at all, I'd struggle up to see where we were going and that if we turned left here we could really miss some traffic. Not such an enjoyable stroll after all.
And for some reason I think control is more fun than a ride through the park in the arms of my Abba.

Hmmmm

Well I'd love to write more, but you know who's calling at 6am.

Goodnight my friends
Mama JC