The last week of summer before school starts is always hectic with buying supplies, trying on new clothes, attending open house to meet the teacher, and cramming in the last minute summer fun. As a child, my school always started the day after Labor Day. For my child, Alabama schools start the 1st week of August. That means our hectic week was last week; complete with a three-day sprint to the beach.
I was exhausted when we arrived. Why? For several reasons. I just completed a road trip up and down the East Coast with Erin. I had the very stressful experience of pitching my book proposal to publishers. Even though I’m an extrovert, I had the pressure of meeting hundreds of strangers and engaging in meaningful conversations with all of them. All to turn around and continue living out of a suitcase for a few more days with my husband and son. The cherry on top? I knew the three-day beach trip would primarily be focused on fishing.
On the 2nd night at the beach, I joined dozens of other parents smirking at one another in the dark with headlamps tied to our heads and death grips on our “flashlight” cell phones…all of us supervising small children as they ran after the crabs that skirted across the waves at dusk. Literally, dozens of parents looking like coal miners following children, chasing crabs. For a moment, I stood there looking at the dark shadows with lights at head level, up and down the beach, and reflected on how amazing parenthood truly becomes when you have unconditional love for a little person.
How else would you tolerate, let alone explain, such ridiculous requests to catch crabs in the dark?
At one point Kambell looked up at the stars and said, “Mama, isn’t the sky beautiful? How did God know to make all of those stars for us?”
This led to a conversation about how God knows all of those stars perfectly. How He knows about each one of the hairs on our head…and how He knows every single grain of sand that we were walking on.
After the part of about the sand, Kambell was quiet for quite a while. Anyone who has met this child knows that it’s unusual for him to be quiet for too long. After a few moments he said, “Our God is pretty amazing to know all that stuff.”
You know what? He is pretty amazing to know all that stuff!
Gone was the exhaustion, the stress of pushing books, the exasperation of a three-day fishing trip, and even the embarrassment of walking in the dark with a light tied to my forehead. All of it was gone with the revelation that my son was enamored with God and all that He can do.
“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” ~Matthew 18:3
Ladies, this week I’m challenging you to be like a child in our awe of God.