So the baby I and just got back from a field trip with Claire's 4 year old class at her Day School. We took 23 kids, and a mob of adults on a tour of the Friendswood Police Station. Day in and day out, when we are enjoying our normal living, I get about as much acknowledgment from my first born as a ghost. (A ghost who waits on her hand and foot, I might add.) Today, amongst all of Claire's classmates, I was a rockstar! She introduced me and her baby sister to each of her friends, held my hand the entire time, and continually smiled up at me. It was nice. I plan to hold on to this memory, and revisit it when I once again become the ghost.
I can't help but think of how Claire's interest/ignoring of me kinda parallels my interest/forgetfullness of Jesus. There are times when I look up to God minute by minute, walking in prayer and so thankful for knowing God is near. And then there are times when I am as aware of God as, well, as aware of God as Claire is of me. I wonder if God saves up the memories of when I am faithful to remember them when I am forgetful...
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