My friend Rebekah has such a gift with words. Her post on Facebook the other day was both an encouragement and a rebuke to me, so I got her permission to share it here with you. I’m starting to think I need to have her as a regular “guest post-er” here!
Some (most) days they follow me around and the word “Mom, mom, mom, mom…” comes rapid-fire from their mouths and the questions are equally intense. Eventually my patience runs out and a crack of my voice sends them scattering. But once in a while they disappear outside before breakfast and start building forts of old wood and request their meals delivered by basket to the big shade tree. And then I start to feel a little left out of all the fun. But, they tell me I’m “too big” to fit in their fort. And they’re right. Sometimes my impatience is too big. My expectations are too big. My to-do lists are too big. And none of it is fitting well into their little hearts. So, it’s a summer of minimizing….the stuff in my home, the clutter in my heart, the words from my mouth. I want my worries, my anxieties, my sins to shrink so I can squeeze into those tight places. Now, and when they’re grown, I want them to have room for me in their fort.