Friday, April 11, 2008
Installment II: A day in the life...
Hopefully Oli and I both learned a lesson from this misadventure - he, not to crawl under my desk in search of a lost ball; and I, a better understanding of how parenting is a glimps at the way God feels about us.
Last weekend Andrew, Oliver and I had the privilege of worshipping with Mom, Dad and the fam at their church. The pastor talked about Samson and his deadly desire that essentially got him killed. He wanted something so badly, that he couldn't see the danger in pursuing it, just like Oliver went after the ball even though he knew the space was too tight for him. I feel bad about the pain I caused in dislodging him, but the pain of being stuck in that place would have been far worse. Imagine how God must feel when he has to pull us out of our messes. I'm sure his heart aches seeing us so blinded by our excitement that we can't foresee disaster, but he loves us enough that he doesn't want us to stay in that place. If we cry for help, he'll rescue us. He's always there, waiting to pull us out by the kicking foot. Those are my theological thoughts for today.
The second photo is the view out Olive's bedroom window this morning. Remarkable.
P. S. Oliver doesn't know how to smile without the involvement of his nose.