As soon as Doug walks through the door and I can get myself together enough to not look like I've been a chew toy or burp cloth, I rush out the door to revival meetings at church. This has been the routine the past four nights.But last night, Wyatt somehow missed my exit. No hug. No kiss. No "be good for daddy." To his little mind, without those routines happening, I didn't leave. I must be somewhere outside.
Later, as Doug was bathing the twins, he heard some noise at the back door and called for Wyatt. He diligently came to his daddy, but was armed with the big flashlight.
"I lost mommy."
Doug tried to explain that I was at church, but Wyatt was having none of it.
"I go find her."
Cute. But I lost mommy, too.
And it was nice. Just for two hours, to sit and listen to the Word of God preached. To not be a mommy. To not be a wife. To just be the daughter of my Father and sit at His feet while He challenged and encouraged my heart.
Out of the mouths of babes you often find His word and reflect on the truths of who He is in your life. Oh, to be blessed and get lost in Him.
ReplyDeleteAs a former lost soul who has been found, this brought tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteThat's one of the things I am the most thankful for--that God saved me before I had children so I could spend their childhood bringing them up to know the Lord. I was lost, but now I'm found.
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