Those of you who know me know that I don’t talk like this, but our Easter services were truly blessed and God showed up in great ways. But I’ll hold off blogging about it till I can get some pictures, and maybe some video, to go with it.
Today, I’m thinking about the extremes of love. God invented an incomparable mechanism to both test and enhance true love. We call that mechanism “having kids.” Last night, my son (age 5) decided to get up at 2:22 a.m., thinking it was morning. I brought him into the living room and let him lay down on the little sofa (loveseat) so he would go back to sleep and not wake up mom and sis. I stretched out on the big sofa.
He didn’t sleep. Neither did I. I finally got up, grabbed my computer, and wrote. He shifted around and kept snorting his snot into his head. Finally, I suggested he go back upstairs, to his bed, and I would snuggle with him. This worked. He slept till 7:30, a record for him (he’s usually up around 6:00).
I however, got maybe another hour of fitful sleep. I adore my kids. They wear me out.