by my six and a half year old daughter.
when i returned last night from four days away from home, i stumbled into bed, stepping over toys and books and dolls slewn about. exhausted, and this mess that i come home to. and then i just laugh at this creation on the floor with all the well loved playthings:
the "Color Box" - the second o is an o, "it's just messy," she says.
even in my absence, she creates. she teaches, learns, and plays. and this is just another day, another moment, another place where God shows Himself in this beautiful mess. because i worried and i was afraid and i doubted. but look what she did! this is who she is when i am absent, even when i am not looking. a helper, a teacher, a creator, a do-er, a nurturer. why was i afraid? i hold this egg carton carefully so the marbles don't roll, and He whispers "trust her to me."
For the angel of the Lord is a guard;
he surrounds and defends all who fear him.
But when I am afraid, I will put my trust in you.
I praise God for what he has promised.
I trust in God, so why should I be afraid?
The Lord says, “I will rescue those who love me.
I will protect those who trust in my name.