The way you deliberately ask your little cousin to repeat what he said so you can try to decipher what his words mean. The way you gingerly hold a new baby and notice how perfect he is. The way you graciously let Emerson play Trouble with you, but by his own rules. The way you are so much more likely to melt-down in tears of utter disappointment than of angry rage. The way you gently redirect Lachlan, using your baby-voice and calling him Lachley. The way you excitedly look forward to "our small group" coming over and are a little offended that they are not only coming to play with you. They way you are endearingly disappointed in yourself when you have a rough day of listening. The way you uncontainably leap into a bear-hug after doing something you are exceptionally proud of. The way you confidently teach Emerson how to stand in net so that he can make a few saves. The way you are courageously overcoming your fears as you venture out on your own and even reach out to make new friends.
The way God is glorified in you is spectacular in these moments. The way God sees the wonderful you he created is evident in these portraits. The way I love, guide, teach, discipline, struggle, wonder, and pray is worth it for these rewards.
No comments:
Post a Comment