Quiet

Sunday morning. Boy sleeping nearby. He was awake to turn over a few minutes ago, but quite undecided about his plans for arising.

It is even harder for me to remember how I did fourteen, since I got a late start with this, my one child. So I err on the side of liberty. We really do not have anything we have to do today other than carry him back to his mom. If he sleeps, we miss minutes available for historic dad/dude conversations that are earth shaking and earth shaping. But they are not all like that anyway.

I guess the issue this morning is boy poverty. Since my access time with him is limited...
Well, dog. My access time with him is not limited by familial circumstances alone. I am really still fussing about perfect parenting.

Ok, Father. One more time. I trust you with my son. Here he is. My best has been good, but what you want to do with, in and through him is beyond me. I dare say it is beyond my comprehension. And I am convinced that I am well able to get in your way.
Father, I really want you to be glorified, and that my life would not hinder that in any way or amount. I stand in awe of your mercy. I want to be still, quiet enough to be able to watch what you do with my boy. In the meantime, I need your help to know when I am willfully in the way.

I guess if I would just get back to my place on your lap and rest, I would be properly positioned for this to work out best.

I am really having trouble writing tonight.

I am really having trouble writing tonight.

This is the first week of a new work year. Maybe I am running harder at it than I am aware of in the midst of it. Ready to sleep when I get home.

Noisy. Yup. Got noisy again. Help me, Daddy, with the noisy. Oh...You've got me.
I am okay. Sorry. I forgot. Thanks so much.

Kiss my brother tonight, Father. Hug my sister tonight, Father. Help me settle. I need to hear.

Simple

Simple things? Simply fewer things? Simple relationships? Avoid new complications?

At the end of the last work week, Daddy just said, "Simple." I am watching and listening to see how that works in His Kingdom here on earth. It is so easy to do, to do by my self, which means to complicate everything. Only operating in pure grace makes way for simplicity. Nothing needs to be a busy scramble.

It could be that "simple" is just another way to say "Shhhhh." Been hearing that one too. I know this. My efforts to do more or better are always noisier and more complicated.

Father, thank you for persisting with me, especially when I don't get it the first time. Don't give up on me. Especially after the price you paid to get me back home.

Too Noisy

Yes, Sir. Acknowledged.

Shhhh. Rest. Be restored in stillness and quiet. Shhhh.

Everything needed is within reach or by simple request.

You belong at this table, where there is no hurry. Eat. Drink. Receive.

You did not earn it, so you can not strive for it. It is simply yours.

You are not able to qualify, but you have been qualified. Accept this best of gifts.

Nothing to do.

Thank you.