“On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…”
Today was full of giggling, running, fussy children. It was also full of blustery, wintry winds that chilled us every time a door opened. Unfortunately, it was also full of coughing, sniffling, feverish sleep-inducing internal ‘colds’ that seem to multiply so quickly this time of year among family members who like to hug on each other. It was also our last full day of being with our #2 daughter and hubby for this trip.
Why is it that 5 days seems like a long visit until those 5 days actually occur? Like a puff of smoke from the fire pit. There for a moment – gone the next. Don’t get me wrong; I love their visits. Love watching their faces along side their siblings and juxtaposing their childish faces in my head. Love listening to their conversations and laughter as they interact. Love getting to know them as the strong, independent adults they have become. Love opening up my treasure chest of memories and stuffing a few new ones deep inside it.
It’s just that a puff of smoke dissipates way too fast. As too their visits. Too short – too far apart for this mama’s wish. And yet – –
“On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, three french hens…”
And yet – – I am starting to understand that is all just part of the life journey. There are times when we are taking lots of pictures, playing games that make us laugh or cry, singing songs with a karaoke machine or with a movie character, cuddling side-by-side on a crowded couch. And then –
And then – there are other times – when I open the treasure chest of memories and ponder the blessings of life, one-by-one, two-by-two, three-by-three, four-by-four, hundreds-by-hundreds. And it all began with one special child.
A child who grew up to remind us how important that ‘child-like’ quality is to the human treasure chest of the world.
“Jesus called a little child to him and put the child among them. Then he said, “I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven. So anyone who becomes as humble as this little child is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven.”~Matt 18:2-4
“…and put the child among them…”
I love this part of this promise. So many layers of metaphoric speak in these six simple words. Keep our “child-self” in whatever stage of life we are in because He has put it among us. When He places children on our life path, treasure them. Open our eyes to observe the nature of the “child” He wants us to be.
Welcome the child of the manger and the three silly french hens into our hearts – every day and in every way.
“O God, you are my God;
I earnestly search for you.
My soul thirsts for you;
my whole body longs for you
in this parched and weary land
where there is no water.
I have seen you in your sanctuary
and gazed upon your power and glory.
Your unfailing love is better than life itself;
how I praise you!
I will praise you as long as I live,
lifting up my hands to you in prayer.
You satisfy me more than the richest feast.
I will praise you with songs of joy.
I lie awake thinking of you,
meditating on you through the night.
Because you are my helper,
I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.
I cling to you;
your strong right hand holds me securely.”~Ps 63:1-8
[Greg Olsen artwork/google image]