Look at Me!

One of my three year old's key phrases is "Mommy, look at me!" Usually when I am reading, at the computer, talking to Daddy and not paying attention to him etc. Most of the time I get annoyed, sigh hard enough to make glass quiver and say, "Yes, honey, what do you need?" through gritted teeth (great example, huh?). It is inevitably something simple. Wow, look at my truck, my movie is over, there's a cricket next to my train, my juice is all gone, the baby spit up, the list goes on and on. So I listen, say ok, address the problem if there is one and he happily continues playing. No big deal.
Then the conviction comes. How many things does God have to show me that I am too busy or too preoccupied to see? Ouch! Sometimes there is a "look at me!" moment, but often there is not and whatever part of Him that I could have seen is missed. On the flip side, I never have to screech to God for Him to "look at me." He watches me all the time, sighing at times enough to make the grass tremble, sniggering sometimes at the antics we pull to make the kids laugh (hey, being silly is so much fun to kids, you know we got it from "Dad"), smiling at me with oh so much l0ve. Suddenly,, my son's demand is not so annoying. I need to go and "look" at my son.

Wanting more

It's interesting what you learn from your children. Besides wondering how your parents ever did it (like potty training, or teaching your son not to wipe his nose on his shirt), I learn so much about myself and about God from parenting if I just take the time to think about it.
My daughter is 3 months old and is just getting over her first cold. She has her favorite pacifier in her mouth, chomping away and she is swinging in her little baby swing. I make sure she is content and walk away to sit down at the computer. No sooner does my bottom touch the cushion than I hear a "waaah." The pacifier has somehow become lodged under her armpit. I turn away again and barely sit. "Waaaah!" The pacifier is on the floor. This is repeated several times until there is no point in even walking away. How is this like my relationship with Jesus? Time and again, He reveals to me these monumental truths for me to chew on. Wow! This is great! This will change my life! But I realize that these truths will only change my life if I hold on to them. I can have revelation after revelation, but it will not do me any good if I keep spitting it out and wailing that I'm not getting anything from God.