My kids inspire me in lots of ways.
Today I indulged in a pop tart for breakfast. My son, of course, loves to have a bite or two of such a treat. But today, after slicing off the perfect piece, cooling it down, then handing it to him, he protested. He threw the piece back onto the table with a grunt.
What on earth? I hand him a perfect, succulent treat and he complains about it? Too small, too hot, too big? What could possibly be wrong with such a gift? I mean, come on, it's a pop tart.
And then I realize...in many ways, I am my son. God presents to me a perfect gift and I find something to complain about. Do I even recognize the gift? The love with which it's given?
Today I just want to say Thank You. Thank you for my warm home, thank you for my healthy children, thank you for my husband. Thank you, Lord, for friends. Thank you for two cars that are paid for and run properly. Thank you for soil to grow a garden and for money to buy the things I can't grow. Thank you for the ability to earn a living, for the chance to play on the floor with my children. Thank you, Lord, for all the gifts you give...those I don't recognize, those I don't appreciate, and those I don't always want.
Thank you for letting me learn so much from my kids.
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