Sour Milk and Baby Breath
Then, turning to his disciples, Jesus said, “That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food to eat or enough clothes to wear. For life is more than food, and your body more than clothing. Look at the ravens. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for God feeds them. And you are far more valuable to him than any birds! Luke 12:22-24 (NLT)
I have baby spit-up on my black Ralph Lauren pajamas. The smell of freshly soured breast milk floats up to greet me. The baby rustles in the pee-damp sheets of the pack and play. He won’t be slipping back to sleep for just one more hour as we had planned.
My daughter rushes out the door, almost late for work, berating herself for making ‘the worst decisions’ in the middle of the night when the baby awoke, and she decided his impromptu 4 AM feeding could substitute for the 6.
This is not the way we want to start the day.
This is nothing. There is little wrong here that a little soap and water and a warm bottle won’t fix. Go. Embrace this day.
How often do we let the smallest things crash into our minds, turning our thoughts into something dark and frustrating? This is nothing we can’t deal with. This certainly should have no bearing on our day that has yet to open.
Let us take these little things and see them as reasons for gratitude. Thanksgiving. Blessings.
Thank you, God, for a daughter who loves us and seeks our help – who trusts her dad and me to care for her beautiful baby boy. Thank you that she is still able to nurse this healthy, smiling child six months into his life. Thank you that she has work in a free-lance industry where work is scarce and fleeting. Thank you that she is a great mom, a responsible adult, a talented worker, a loving daughter, a supportive wife to her husband.
On the bookcase in front of me, I see a child-painted board in sky blues and grass greens punctuated by a golden sun and a child’s handwriting: ‘Love grows here’. And I think, this is certainly true. Love does grow here, and that really, is all that is important.
All is very quiet as muffled birdsong on the other side of the window welcomes in the day. Not a sound here in my morning house. The baby has gone back to sleep.
And this is my prayer: Lord, help us to always see Your world as a blessing. You alone have the power and vision to turn all things to good. From larger than life tragedies to small things like spoiled milk – all things are good when we place them in Your hands.
Question: Do you allow the little things in your day to pile up and overwhelm you? How do you cope with the mundane responsibilities of everyday life that threaten to squash your joy?
Artwork courtesy of my son, Tanner Mathews - his childhood fingerprints still imprinted in the paint.
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