Pointing a Daughter to Christ
I put in my headphones. Hmm… choose Luke 9 in the bible app on my phone. “Lord, let the word be implanted in me tonight. I open my heart to you as I sleep.”
You have tested my thoughts and examined my heart in the night. Ps17:3
I wake up to the rustling and chirping of my little redheaded 15-month old. Sometimes she sleeps late. This morning… it was 7:30. Hmmph. It takes every ounce of energy in this pregnant body to rise from my cozy bed (what makes my bed so cozy, Leachco Back ‘N Belly Contoured Body Pillow, Ivory) & into her room. But as soon as I see her sweet smiling face underneath a mop of auburn bangs, I’m fueled by love. Diaper changed, I let Connor the dog out & scoop her into my arms. I hold her sitting in the loveseat in her room & wait for her to say it…
My steps have stayed on your path;
I have not wavered from following you. Ps17:5
“Booah. Booah!” I pick up her “bible” and flip through the pages, pausing to read & sometimes sing on certain pages.
“Time for breakfast!” I sing. I pour her cereal & place fresh banana pieces on top, then splash in the cold milk. I fix my bowl the same. I sit down and bow my head. This breakfast prayer has become a survival staple. Some mornings all I can think to pray is “help”. Some mornings it’s longer. Always, after I lift my eyes, I find Sofia looking at me curiously as she half-spoons, half-finger feeds herself cereal and banana bits.
I am praying to you because I know you will answer, O God.
Bend down and listen as I pray. Ps17:6
Show me your unfailing love in wonderful ways. Ps17:7
Her rest time for mom to get busy. I try to decide between laundry & treadmill. Laundry. By the time it’s done, put away, and I’ve restored some semblance of order to the house where a toddler lives, she’s up. And rested.
Diaper. More books. Time for lunch. I try to choose something healthy. Cut my healthy choices up small for her plate. Prayer. Curious looks.
Errands . Cleaning. Time in prayer while Sofia plays with toys. Talk to husband. “Love him so much.” Store. Buy stuff for dinner. Something he’ll like. But healthy. Hmm. Get home. Clean up from lunch. Start dinner. Clean, straighten. I want it to look in order. I hope it gives him a slice of peace at the end of a difficult day.
But satisfy the hunger of your treasured ones… Ps17:14
Dinner. We bow our heads and put our hands together in front of her. She reaches out and briefly touches our clasped hands but then starts into her food. We pray.
“It’s Baaathtime,” I sing my made up song that has become the bath time theme song. (Funny how becoming a mom has also turned my life into a musical.) She happily begins matching down the hall toward the bathroom.
Diaper. Pajamas. Bible. “Where your bear?” White noise. Sleep.
Dinner clean up. Television. News. Talking. Reading. Facebook. Email. Shower. Pjs. Melatonin. Love.
Finally still, I feel Kate wiggling. I smile.
May their children have plenty,
leaving an inheritance for their descendants Ps17:14b
Before I put my headphones in, I pray, “God I hope I’ve led her well today. Led her to you. Led her to health & holiness. I hope she’s seen love in my example, and felt love from my heart.”
It’s just a regular day, but it’s a stone in her foundation, a precept upon precept, a small deposit into what her life will be. And all these ordinary days will accumulate one day into greater glory for both her & me.
In the silly songs, may she see the joy of Christ. In the diapers, may she see the servant hood of Christ. In the prayer , may she see the trustworthiness of Christ. In the embrace, may she see the love & strength of Christ. May everything I do & everything I give her point to him for all things are by him, through him, and to him.
He said to go & make disciples. And she is mine. And Kate will be also . I’m doing the best I can, lord. Just help me figure it out along the way.
I put in my headphones. I choose John 1 on the audio bible app. And listen as He feeds & washes my soul.
Because I am righteous, I will see you.
When I awake, I will see you face to face and be satisfied. Ps17:15