I'm a bad one at escaping where I'm at, and I don't even leave the house. Laying on the floor today with The Blake smiling at me and Kamie riding on my knees. Why can't I love what this is all about? Cuz in about thirty seconds The Kamie bounces a ball off of Blake's head, sticks her fingers waayy in his mouth and then chortles as she dodges out of my reach. That's why I struggle with mentally checking out, meeting needs mechanically, politely. Not getting down on their nitty gritty level. Maybe that's why God gave me a child who doesn't let uninvolved be part of her vocabulary. Who demands my attention all.the.time.
Maybe He has given me a gift, of learning. To Be .Here. Now.
Cuz' we all know time is love.
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