I've forgotten that my job is more important than that.
Tonight, after Christian spent time winding her down, it was my turn to go in to pray with Annike. I was particularly distracted, tired, rushed. But the thoughtful question of my recently-turned-3-year-old grounded me...
Annike: Is God here?
Annike: Does He live way far away, up in the clouds?
Me: Not really... we often picture heaven up in the clouds, but God is always here with us. He wants to come and live in your heart. One day you can ask Him. When you ask, He will always say yes. (I have been careful not to push this decision on her, and allow her to take the initiative on her own.)
Annike: Can I ask Him now?
Annike: I'll start. Dear God. Can you come in my heart? Amen ... Momma, are you crying?
Of course I was. But not because I was sad. No God-fearing mother wants to miss the moment when her child invites God to live in her heart.
I realized that the moment had nothing to do with me, and everything to do with a 3-year-old who is trying to make sense of God. I almost missed it because I would rather have been watching t.v. on the couch, selfishly enjoying the final moments of the day sans kiddos. But parenting isn't something we can simply turn on and off when we feel like it. Neither is our walk with Christ. In a way, I wanted to turn both of these identities off with the bedroom lights.
Tonight I was rather humbly reminded that this final part of the day is not just one more chore I have to finish before I can relax. It is an opportunity. I have a chance to be intentional about the way we spend this one-on-one time, possibly the most meaningful minutes of the day.
P.S. In case you are wondering, the Proverbs thing (see here) is just what I've been needing. Every day I come away with a deep truth that follows me through the day, relating to a multitude of dilemmas. Proof that Scripture is alive.
"Do not withhold good from those who deserve it, when it is in your power to act."