Kids are so for real.
Last Sunday as we drove from church, Kate, age seven, recounted her challenging week, the result of her parents in bed with the flu. She and Maggie’d been making their own breakfasts and lunches and more. That’s good. R for Resilient, which, according to recent research, is the personality gift that keeps on giving, unlike the more stressed out type A.
One day, their Daddy couldn’t meet them at the bus stop so they had to ride the entire loop until the bus came around to their side of the road. Kate said, “It was boring, Momo, until I looked out the window. The view was amazing!” The long route took them out on Ipswich Neck where water views astonish and “amaze.”
Kate’s tale reminds me to lift up my head, expect to be amazed.
Harold Myra’s The One Year Book of Encouragement caused me to reflect on his quote from a prayer by Soren Kierkegaard, “And now Lord, with your help I shall become myself.”
A call to pray to become as intended by God.
To be real like a child.
Heads down living limits not just the view out there, but inside.
Woes are part of life, but so are wonders.
Instead of lamenting the condition of my bus, help me, Lord, to lift my head, risk a long look inside and out.
“And now Lord, with your help I shall become myself.”
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