As I settled into my office this morning, already feeling as though I have run a marathon and yet it is only 9:40 a.m., I glanced down to see dried applesauce on my pants. Naively, I thought I had made it out this morning clear of gunk, but apparently the adorable 6th month old bundle of baby has struck again! I think that trying to feed a baby breakfast, or any meal for that matter, has to be one of the most frustrating parts of being a mom. (I know - just wait til they are teenagers, all of you wizened parents say.) You pop in a spoon full of mashed something, which my baby readily sucks in, only to mull it around in her mouth for a while, and then out comes about 3/4ths of the original bite. I then spoon around on her bottom lip, chin, bib, (and apparently even my pants) to scoop back up some of the food and try again. This process continues until finally, 6 or 7 or so scoops and bites later, the original mouthful has disappeared (or been hidden in cute fluffy folds of baby neck!).
It strikes me that feeding my baby, and my faith journey in Christ are quite similar in their efficiency. I readily accept Christ, only to spit part of the Christian life back out, when it isn't quite what I had expected it to be. Praise God for a Creator who is ultimately patient! My prayer this morning, is that I would accept all that Christ has in store for me in this day with open arms (and a wide open mouth!), and that maybe, just maybe I won't spit anything out.
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