Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Baby laughs

I'm sitting here listening to my granddaughter giggling and laughing loudly as she plays with her Uncle Zach. Guaranteed to make you laugh.
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Sunday, November 21, 2010

Winding Road

Today our sermon was on the story of Joseph. Whenever I hear that story, I am amazed at the way God's plan is accomplished in spite of the many twists & turns along the way. As we've been reading the Old Testament in our Bible reading program it comes through again and again. Adam & Eve blow it, God's plan goes on, the Israelites blow it, God's plan goes on, Joseph's brothers try to get rid of him, God's plan goes on. I keep imagining this winding path going through all the stories, sometimes forward, sometimes circling back, around obstacles, but going on. I thought of it again as I was working on some Advent material, tying the Exodus story to the Advent of Christ's birth, to the Advent of the new creation. Praise God for his plan.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Just sitting

Today we went to Capitola and just sat by the ocean watching the waves and the sky. It was beautiful.

We didn't talk much. I didn't think about a whole bunch of stuff either. It was good.

On the way home as I was thinking of how little we sit and do nothing, I remembered something from a James Herriott book. He wrote about a family, I think it was a sister and two brothers, who lived on a farm, and after their day of work, they ate supper, then sat on a bench on the porch. And that's all they did, just sat for some time and then went to bed.

I thought, too, of this British comedy I watch called "Good Neighbors." In that story, a husband and wife try to be self-sufficient in the suburbs, living off the land. In the evenings they sit on two kitchen chairs facing their big wood-burning stove. And they, too, just sit. Of course since it's t.v. they talk, but still they're not watching t.v. or anything, they're just sitting.

I sometimes feel guilty that I want to occupy my mind all the time. When I'm doing boring things in the kitchen, I much prefer to listen to my iPod while I work. Or when I walk or exercise. If I don't listen to something while I walk or exercise my brain seems to absolutely lose its ability to think. After a while I start mindlessly counting my steps. It's agonizing. Even when I've tried to use that time for prayer, after a while I can't think of anything more to pray about and it's 1, 2, 3, 4, aaauugh. You'd think I could be alone in my mind for a while!

I've heard it's a discipline, it takes practice. I guess I don't want it bad enough to put in the time. Shallow or not, I think I'll keep listening while I work or walk.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Happy birthday to me

Today I turn 54. I'm having a wonderful time celebrating but I keep thinking, too, of the fact that I have now passed the length of time that my brother Dan was alive. It's hard to believe. And hard to imagine having only 53 years of life on earth. It makes me so very sad. My sadness is always mixed with gratitude, though, for the life Dan was able to live and the family and friends who were such a blessing to him, and to whom he was a blessing.

The image I included above is a painting by Chris Overvoorde, an art professor at Calvin whose art includes many paintings like the one above, where the sky is the main thing on the canvas. I do love the sky. I have thought about it often this weekend as we are visiting my daughter in San Diego. The sky has been so blue and bright, with classic white, puffy clouds shining in the clear air.

Randy and I took a trip to Albuquerque once just to sightsee, and the New Mexican skies were fascinating to me. Each afternoon big, cumulus clouds would pile up and there'd usually be a bit of rain. But throughout the day things in the sky were always changing. And at night the stars were incredible. We took long drives through desert, high desert, scrubland, from sun & heat all the way to peaks and snow. At one point while we were driving Randy asked me what I was thinking and I said, "I was thinking I haven't looked straight up yet."

That verse that says the Psalmist's help comes from the hills I think I would change...

I lift up my eyes to the [skies]—
       where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
       the Maker of heaven and earth

---Psalm 121:1,2

Monday, October 25, 2010

OK, so that didn't work

OK, so the idea of daily blogging didn't work. Whatever. I'll just try to do more.

I'm still at work right now, waiting for my hubby to pick me up and take me home. It's been a long day. Kind of felt down all day. The sun'll come up tomorrow, I'm telling myself. I'm damn precious, I'm telling myself. The people who count love me, I'm telling myself.

My sister wrote about shopping in Safeway (hey, maybe I can write a daily blog by using my sister's ideas every day!). She wrote about the clerks who stand by the registers and ask if you're ready to go and direct you to a free register. When they do that it always makes me think of the prostitutes we saw in the red district in Amsterdam. I guess because the clerks are standing in their little aisle and the prostitutes stood in their solitary windows.

I once wrote a letter to the editor of our newspaper (an email actually, but you know what I mean) about the canned speeches from grocery store clerks. A bunch of people were complaining about clerks who talk to their co-workers instead of talking to the customers. That can be annoying, but meaningless, pat conversation annoys me a lot more. It's so dumb that they have to read my name so they can say it to say thank you. And when some young kid says, "Did you find everything you needed?" I want to say, "Yes, because I've shopped here since before you were born." Once I got to know a clerk a little and would ask her how her schooling was going because she was going to nurse's school. The last time I did that she kind of ducked her head and said she couldn't talk because the manager was looking and they weren't supposed to chitchat with the customers. How ridiculous is that? Real, friendly conversation is not allowed, only the fake, memorized kind.

I also often think about the fact that, actually, we could do our entire transaction without one word. I slide my card, she knows my name, the numbers show up on the screen, the screen prompts me for my signature, we're done. Would it be better to have no speaking than fake speaking? Not sure about that. Maybe.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Waving antennaes

My sister's decided to try to write in her blog every day. It's recommended. I'm not sure I can keep up but I'll see. Today she wrote about a rat - blech - near her workplace. That inspired me to write about an earwig - eew - in my kitchen window.

This morning I was doing some dishes the old fashioned way, in the sink, by hand. Although it can be a bother to do dishes in the morning, I don't mind it so much. I kind of enjoy the warm, sudsy water. As I was rather dreamily standing there doing the dishes, I happened to glance down at the kitchen window's sill and see some tiny brown antennaes waving from behind the lip of the window frame. Even thinking about it right now is giving me the heebie-jeebies. Bugs at any time are gross but this early in the morning it was really tough to handle.

Fortunately, I've got a hubby who takes care of these things. I went and got him, pointed him in the direction and then walked out of the kitchen. I didn't want to see any more.

Why do bugs gross me out so much? Even when I was young, I'd turn the pages of the "National Geographic" from the topmost corner, just in case there was a photo of a bug on the other side. I didn't even want to touch a picture of a bug.

If I keep blogging more regularly, you may hear more about this lovely subject. Isn't that something to look forward to?

I've noticed my sister includes photos or images for visual interest. In this case, no.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

God in Infinity

Our worship leader showed this video a couple weeks ago as part of our "Beginnings, Betrayals, Blessings" series in our year of reading through the Bible in a year ("The Story We Find Ourselves In"). The video reminded me a of an experience I had while living at my brother's house for a summer during college.

I've told a few people about this experience and always felt like I can't do it justice. I can't convey the impact it had on me when I try to explain it. The video shows what I felt better than I can say it. But anyway, what happened is I was sitting on my brother's wood deck. It was a beautiful day and I was admiring the blue sky with a few pretty clouds, and the clear, fresh air. I looked down and saw an ant walking on the inside edge of one of the pieces of lumber of the deck. I was suddenly struck by the tininess of that ant, the huge distance to the sky, and all the points beyond and between, and how God was present in it all.

I kind of felt a feeling of zooming up and spreading out to the sky, then telescoping down and in to the edge of that piece of wood. I thought, too, of the immense distance beyond the sky I saw, the universe and on, plus the distance beyond the tininess of the ant, into the microscopic and invisible spaces and organisms of that infinitely small world, and even the colors and rays we can't see, the sound waves we don't hear, all of that "infiniti-ness" -- and God being there.

I am so grateful for God's greatness, his hugeness, his presence everywhere from beginning to end, and yet he cares for me.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

good bye to kiddos

I watched "The Kids Are All Right" tonight. In it the moms (it's a lesbian couple) are facing the leaving of their oldest child, a daughter, for college. It made me think of when Cori left for college. I was so happy for her and I knew she'd be really happy at Calvin but I was SO sad to have her leave. I'm really blessed that my daughter is my friend and I knew how much I would miss her. I would tear up just thinking about it before she left, and when she did go, I was so very sad. My sister moved away in a close time frame to my daughter leaving for college and I felt like I lost my two best girlfriends. It was a tough time for me.

The movie also made me think of other times when I say good bye to my kids. Like when I said good bye to Luke, Des and Delaney after they surprised me with a visit on Labor Day Weekend. I knew I would miss them so much when they left.

It's hard to say good bye to your kids. Even when they're not kids any more. I have to remind myself, though, how God has blessed me and Randy with such good kids, and I also remind myself that having a daughter in San Diego and a son & his family in Phoenix isn't THAT far away. I know a family whose kids all live in Germany and other countries. So, there, it could be worse. For half the year all of us are even in the same time zone. What more could I ask, really?

Friday, October 8, 2010


Today I am watching my sweet little granddaughter while her parents are at work (I'm visiting for the weekend). This morning I put a bunch of her baby dolls and stuffed animals under a blanket and told her they were going ni-night. She then spent quite a bit of time arranging them, herself and the blanket. Every so often she'd say, "Ni-night" or "Shhh" or "There you go."

It made me think of playing make-believe when I was little. The experts say pretending is very important to development. The earliest make-believe memory I have is a pretend playground. I think we were in our Seattle house, which would make me 4 or so. I'd imagine a playground around me, with swings and a slide and so on.

I "played house" sometimes with my friends, and did a little of that with dolls, although I don't remember playing a whole lot with dolls. Except Barbies. I spent hours and hours with friends playing with Barbies. I had a big tri-fold case that we'd stand on end to form a sort of house, we'd build things with shoeboxes, I had a Barbie car and a Barbie horse. One of my favorite Barbies was one with a plastic painted bun on her head and 3 wigs you could put on her. I also liked my Scooter and Skipper. Scooter had black hair in pigtails, and freckles. Skipper had beautiful stawberry blonde hair.

I don't remember it but my sister's told me I turned my Barbies over to her at some point, a sort of growing up milestone I guess.

What did you make-believe?

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Breath of God

When someone asked me if I’d talk about some verses from the Bible that lead me to greater worship, I first thought of some passages from the Chronicles of Narnia, some favorite books of mine.

The first image that came to mind was one of floating on the breath of Aslan. Most of you have probably heard of Aslan, he’s the God figure in the Chronicles. He’s a lion. There are many places in the Narnia stories where Aslan’s breath gives life or strength to the characters. One that I love is when Aslan breathes on the characters that were turned to stone statues by the Ice Queen. Here is a description of a stone lion coming to life:
"Hush," said Susan, "Aslan's doing something." He was indeed. He had bounded up to the stone lion and breathed on him. ... I expect you've seen someone put a lighted match to a bit of newspaper which is propped up in a grate against an unlit fire. And for a second nothing seems to have happened, and then you notice a tiny streak of flame creeping along the edge of the newspaper. It was like that now. For a second after Aslan had breathed upon him the stone had breathed upon him the stone lion looked just the same. Then a tiny streak of gold began to run along his white marble back -- then it seemed to lick all over him as the flame licks all over a bit of paper -- then, while his hindquarters were still obviously stone the lion shook his mane and all the hearvy, stony folds rippled into living hear...And now his hind legs came to life. Then,.. he went bounding after Aslan and frisking round him whimpering with delight and jumping up to lick his face.
It’s too long to quote but there’s a beautiful description of Jill floating on Aslan’s breath in one of the Chronicles. She at first is a little frightened when she realizes she’s so high up in the air. But then she relaxes and lays back and enjoys the float.

So what do these stories of God’s breath have to do with worship? That breath of God, his Holy Spirit, is what makes worship happen. As we worship, the Spirit of God is hovering over us. God breathes life into us. As we sing and pray, it’s like we’re floating on Aslan’s breath as Jill did. Just as that stone lion came to life like flame on a bit of newspaper, our worship softens our hearts and frees us to join in worship.

A few more quotes:
The Lion drew a deep breath, stooped its head even lower and gave him a Lion's kiss. And at once Digory felt that new strength and courage had gone into him.
As soon as the Lion's breath came about him, a new look came into the man's eyes -- startled, but not unhappy -- as if he were trying to remember something. Then he squared his shoulders and walked through the Door.
Quotes from the Bible:

Genesis 2:7
the LORD God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.
Genesis 1:1-2
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 
Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.
Genesis 2:7
the LORD God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.
A hymn:

Breathe on Me, Breath of God
Text: Edwin Hatch, 1835-1889
1. Breathe on me, Breath of God,
fill me with life anew,
that I may love what thou dost love,
and do what thou wouldst do
2. Breathe on me, Breath of God,
until my heart is pure,
until with thee I will one will,
to do and to endure.
3. Breathe on me, Breath of God,
till I am wholly thine,
till all this earthly part of me
glows with thy fire divine.
4. Breathe on me, Breath of God,
so shall I never die,
but live with thee the perfect life
of thine eternity.
Today when we sang at church, I noticed as the entire congregation seemed to stop at certain points in our singing and take a breath. It made me smile.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Being who you are instead of who you think you should be

I heard an interview today on NPR (Fresh Air) and the person being interviewed has been a paraplegic for 20 years -- he's 56. He was in a car accident and broke his neck. He said that once he had that accident and came so near to death, plus he knows that his life will be shortened, he realized he was going to be who he was and not what he thought he should be.

He talked about how he thought he should be a successful business person and the perfect father and that kind of thing. He has done fine with his life and all that but he says he spends more time on things that are important to him than on things others might think are important.

The idea of spending time on things that are important to you is something I resolve to do often. It's why I've started this and my other blogs, for example. I want to spend more time reading and writing than watching t.v.. The thing I think about, though, is what it means to be the person I am in other ways. You can't just follow all your own impulses. You should think before speaking, discern what is the best action to take and so on. It's a balance between squelching what comes naturally and being true to yourself.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

power of prayer

I've been thinking about the power of prayer lately. Once I read about a group who supported a man going through surgery by having him wear a pager and each time someone prayed for him, they'd page his pager so he'd get a notice of each prayer. I can see where that would be a powerful help. Even when you don't physically get notified that others are praying for you, it does make a big difference knowing.

And the act of praying is a powerful help to me. Saying or writing what's in my heart, and imagining that God who loves me in a most incredible way is listening is awesome.

Yet I wonder about it, too. When I pray for someone, does it really matter? If they don't know I'm praying for them, it can't make a difference to them in the way it does when you know. I guess it still is a help to me. I am comforted knowing that God has heard my prayers for that person and, I hope, will guide what happens to that person.

But I have to believe there's more than that. That prayer has a power regardless of my feelings or the person's knowing. I want to believe that. Most of the time I do believe that.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

30 Days Later

Wow, 30 days since my last post. One on the first of the month, one on the last.

I've been reading a column written by Chaplain Dale Cooper called "Coop's Column." He has good stuff about worship. 

I'm pretty involved at my church, I work there on Fridays and am a chair of the Worship & Arts team, plus a few other things. I love my church and I feel right now we're having the best worship we've had in as long as I've been there, mainly because our pastor is so wonderful, but also because our worship leader is doing a great job with our praise team.

One thing that's a little discouraging is that we've lost a few families. Several moved out of the area and some are at different periods of their lives where they are gone a lot or visiting other churches. I miss them. I think about the years when I stuck with my church sometimes only out of loyalty. I was disappointed for so long by the fact that we would not allow women elders, and there were other discouraging times with some pastoral problems and so on. But I felt like I couldn't leave this family, these people who brought meals when I was sick and who loved me and who helped to bring up my children.

Best to focus on all the blessings -- the fact that we do have this wonderful pastor, that we're doing things as a church family to make a difference in the community, that we're getting visitors from the community regularly, that I'm learning more about prayer and meditation and building my relationship with God, that I look forward to our new year of "God stories," going through the entire Bible together and encouraging our members to tell their stories.

God is with us.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Put up with each other

We had a guest minister today who gave a very good sermon on the unity of the church. He used Ephesians 4.1-16 for the text. One thing he said was another way of saying "bearing with one another in love" would be to say "putting up with one another." Good one. Love is...putting up with each other.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Get over it

Sometimes I have a hard time getting over things. I try prayer, mind control, journaling. I'll think I've worked it out and gotten over it but then it'll hit me again.

There's one issue at work that I can't seem to get over, and I've tried all the usual stuff. The other day I was talking to my daughter on the phone and remembered an article I'd read in the "O" magazine. (I like that magazine.) In the article a woman wrote about her experience having a stillborn child. It was such a sad experience, as you might expect. One thing she said stuck with me. She wrote about how people would talk to her about closure and said, "Here's what I think about closure. Closure is shit." She went on to say that the baby is gone forever, she'll be sad about it forever.

My issue at work is tiny, really nothing, compared to losing a child. But it occurred to me that I might be expecting something that wouldn't happen. This thing is going to continue to hurt me. I'm most likely not somehow going to be able to get over it and not feel hurt any more. So, now I'm trying to figure out a way to use that realization. Maybe when I feel the hurt I can feel it, accept that it does hurt, then do the mind control thing of trying to think of other things and the other usual methods. Could help.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Sudden tragedies

Lately I have heard several stories of sudden tragic events touching my friends. Several have happened at work. A young woman's fiance was killed in a car accident, and she's pregnant, now going to have their child all alone. Another co-worker's father looked a little off one day, she encouraged him to go to the doctor, and two weeks later he was dead of a cancer that had spread so far there was basically nothing they could do.

Another friend at work has two sons who play LaCrosse. The older one's coach was a young man in his 20's who my friend had told me about, how he was doing a good job and was enthusiastic about the sport. The day before yesterday her son came home and said he'd heard his coach had been in a strange accident. It turned out he was home alone lifting weights in his garage and his father came home and found him with the weights across his throat, not breathing. They got him breathing again with CPR and my friend and her son visited him in the hospital but that night he died.

Yet another friend's daughter is going through a very hard time. A year or so ago she was pregnant with her second child and they discovered the baby's kidneys were not developing. They knew that if the baby lived to term, he would only live a few hours at most. Most people would get an abortion with this news but my friend's daughter did not feel she could do that. She trusted in God and the baby was born and did live only a few hours. She and her husband got through it because of their strong faith and all the support, love and prayers from their families and friends. The doctors said that they know 4 possible reasons this kidney problem could occur and only one is hereditary. Their first child, a girl, was perfectly normal. They got pregnant again and recently had an ultrasound. It looks like one kidney is not developing. So now they are praying the other kidney does develop and this child will be all right.

I can only imagine how the people affected by all these events are feeling. I have all of them on my prayer list. Life is so fragile.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

"God has not called me to be successful. He has called me to be faithful."

That's a quote from Mother Teresa while caring for a dying man. Brad's sermon today was part of his Living Free series on the fruit of the Spirit. Today was "faithfulness."

I love it when Brad uses examples from C.S. Lewis. Today he talked about the scene in The Last Battle where the dwarves don't see the beauty around them in new Narnia, and when they have a feast from Aslan they complain that they're eating dried cow dung. I love the imagery and theology of the The Last Battle.

Alex led a reading, too, from The Message, Galatians 5.16-26. As we were following along, he said to look for things that seemed significant to us. I noted the phrase "life of the Spirit." After the Festival of Faith & Writing I told myself I was going to try to live more a life of letters -- of writing and reading. I hope that will be more a life of the Spirit, too.

I also highlighted this: "That means we will not compare ourselves with each other as if one of us were better and another worse. We have far more interesting things to do with our lives." I like that, "far more interesting things to do with our lives." Good thing to remember when comparing myself to others more talented, or beautiful, or successful, or whatever. I have far more interesting things to do with my life!

Saturday, May 15, 2010

My voice

I read this article, "Mom's Voice Packs Soothing Power," and it made me think of my mom, especially the photo in the article. When Mom was helping me with Cori when she was just born, she told me that she would whisper "I love you" to us kids as infants because she thought even in their sleep they would feel loved and safe by hearing that. Isn't that sweet? I did it, too. And here's this article saying my mom was probably right.

It also made me think of how someone at work once told me I had a calming influence -- and that was because of my role as an IT Manager. I do notice that everyone is very relieved to see me when they're having IT issues. I remember once driving to our San Francisco office because they were down. When I walked in the door, there was a cry of, "Mavis!" I thought to myself, "Little do they know I have no idea what's wrong or if I'll be able to fix it." But it's nice to create that feeling in others anyway.

I'm sure people in other professions have the same experience. When you're stranded on the side of the road and the mechanic shows up. When the doctor or nurse walks in the door. It's a beautiful thing.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happily ever after

Today Brad did a sermon on patience, part of his "Living Free: Fruit of the Spirit" series. In one part he said that, if we think of ourselves as characters in a story, God is telling us that the denouement of the story is, we will live happily ever after in eternity.

Good one.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Excellent day

Today was a great day. Our good friends who had moved to Denver are now relocating back in the Bay Area and we couldn't be happier.

We met them this morning in Los Gatos. We had breakfast there at Gilley's, then walked around the Domus and Napa Style store, two stores I love to browse. Then we headed up to the Santa Cruz mountains for some wine tasting. The second winery we went to, David Bruce, had the best wines. We bought some there and then came home and had a delicious steak dinner, with Mexican Train to follow.

When Randy prayed before the meal and said thanks for the return of our friends, I said, "Yeah, Amen." We are so very glad they're back.

I've been trying to write down 3 things I'm thankful for every day, and yesterday I already wrote about these friends and another couple who often come to Sinaloa with us. Both are old friends we've known a long time. Makes me think of a song I learned, I believe, in Brownies, "Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other's gold." I'm thankful for my gold friends -- and how blessed am I that I have many more than these!

Our son Zach is on a cave rescue trip for his fireman training class. I'm praying for his safety. And I hope he enjoys it, too.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Is it true? Four questions.

I read about this in the "O" magazine. Believe it or not, that's a good magazine. I'm not a big fan of the Oprah show - and I'm not home when it's on anyway - but I like the magazine. There's some good writing in there. When it comes each month, I look forward to sitting in my library and reading it from beginning to end. It's like a treat for myself.

So, anyway, this article was about a therapist of a kind, actually a "spiritual mentor," who helps people by having them ask 4 questions about whatever is bothering them. Here they are:
  1. Is it true?
  2. Can you absolutely know it's true?
  3. How do you react when you believe this thought?
  4. Who would you be without the thought?
And at the end you are supposed to come up with a turnaround thought, that is as true or truer.

I tried it the other night with a thought that had been bugging me for a couple weeks. I wrote down the thing bothering me, then I wrote each question and my answer. In this case I felt I could not absolutely know it was true, but the most helpful thing was answering the 3rd and 4th questions. When I really thought about how I reacted, I could see right there that it made me feel rotten. And answering the 4th question I imagined how good it'd feel if I didn't feel that way.

I decided I'd be so much better off without this thinking that was bothering me that I should push it away. Of course I'd already told myself that before. Then I asked myself how much it really mattered even if it were true. The negative thought was a feeling that someone didn't like me (I have a tiny problem with wanting everyone to like me, always). I wrote about a bunch of people who do like me, and love me. After making a pretty long list, I wrote, "All these people think you are precious and loveable. You are damn precious!" That made me laugh.

It's not like "problem solved," but it definitely helped. When the thought starts creeping in again, I say, "You are damn precious," and it makes me smile every time.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

A Beautiful Act

This morning I sat at Starbucks and watched a mom put her little son into a car seat. How beautiful, really.

The little boy was an incredibly cute chunk of a guy, toddling along beside his mom, chattering away, oblivious to everything, walking to his personal drummer. Mom had to pull him gently toward the car, then stand to block him from walking off to who knows where while she opened the door. She had to set her coffee on the ground and put her purse on the car floor, then pick him up -- he continued to babble away --, twist her body into the car in order to get him situated in his car seat, then retrieve her coffee, get herself in the car and they were off.

I was struck by the sweetness of it. The baby completely oblivious but so incredibly cherished. The mother so matter-of-factly performing this act of love. I thought of Luke & Des performing that same act over and over every day, of Patti and Charlie doing the same, and parents or caretakers everywhere.

I can't say it occurred to me until now but I guess I could compare this to God's love for us. We're toddling around, often oblivious, ready to head off in the wrong direction, and God is walking beside us, guiding and directing our steps. Thank God for his love.

But while I was sitting there watching it, I just felt the sweetness of it, and if I'd have let myself, I'd have cried. Silly me.