She’s covered in Spanish moss.
So’s the carpet.
I move a couple chairs in front of the silk ficus and brush off and pick up what I can.
I direct her attention to the stacking rings.
I stack them. She dismantles them.
I stack again. She dismantles again.
The cat distracts her.
She squawks and grabs.
Tries to suck tail.
Cat scurries away, and she crawls after.
But the laundry basket snags her attention.
She pulls herself up on her knees and leans over the edge.
She flings a white washcloth and a lavender glove and a blue sock and her sister’s pink leggings and her own snowman jammies behind her.
Then drops to her knees and takes off again.
I struggle to keep up.
She stops to examine a piece of lint and the cats’ toy mouse and pulls herself to stand at a dining room chair.
I crawl faster to grab the chair before it falls over on her.
I stand, scoop her up in my arms and blow raspberries into neck crease.
She giggles and pulls my hair and squishes my lips between her fingernails.
I turn her back to my chest, grasp both her hands in my right, and go in search of clippers and file.
We end up in front of the living room window.
Watching the birds.
She slaps on the screen.
Some birds fly off.
Some are fearless.
She’s fascinated.
A world full of wonders.
To see and to feel.
Things I miss.
Joy I lose.
Unless I’m on my knees.
To see Him in the simple wonders
With the eyes of a child.
People brought babies to Jesus, hoping he might touch them. When the disciples saw it, they shooed them off. Jesus called them back. “Let these children alone. Don’t get between them and me. These children are the kingdom’s pride and joy. Mark this: Unless you accept God’s kingdom in the simplicity of a child , you’ll never get in.” ~Luke 18:15 (Message)
oh, sandra, yes…. this is it. and the kingdom belongs to such as these…
Looking to crawl into it with you, Emily. 🙂
on our knees … what a wonderful place to find Him
{these photos would fit right in with the photoplay challenge at THC this week. Think the deadline is Wednesday.}
I was kinda thinking that when I snapped these. 😉
This is beautiful. I love the little ones.
Thanks, Sharon. Me, too. And never thought I’d still be crawling around at my age. 😉
Sandra, that was beautiful.
Thanks so much, Michael.
Aww… Nicely done. And thanks, Lillee!
Lillee says you’re welcome. 😀
“Joy I lose unless I’m on my knees.” Excellent.
So profound and yet the whole point is to see like a child.
Love this.
~ Wendy
Thanks, Wendy! I see her just drinking everything in. That’s what I want.
Beautiful words and pictures.
Thanks, Matt.
Lovely. Truly. And the at the same time, the nitty-gritty of life with a little one. Thank you.
Thanks so much, Joan–for stopping in and for tweeting this post.
Beautiful, Snady!
Thanks, Melinda.
Oh, too precious! Babies are a handful at this age but, oh, so precious! Oh, to have the simplicity and wonderment of a child’s eyes…and heart! Beautiful…as always!
I suppose the Lord thinks we are a handful, too, sometimes. 😉
Oh, that’s just perfect.
Thanks, Kathy.
Very precious. It’s been a long time since I had a child this young. It brings back memories! How far I have to go to bring my spirit back to the place where it is as innocent as a child’s… GBY and All the Best!
Me, too. It never dawned on me 26 years ago that I’d be crawling after babies again. 😉 Bless you and thanks.
I want to see from that level too…get down on knees and feel the wonder of looking up! And Sandra? She is gorgeous! Sounds like she moves pretty fast too. 🙂
Yep, she’s a mover and shaker! 🙂
If I let them, my kids slow me down to a pace where I can drink in God’s gifts so much more freely. In my usual, frenzied hurry, I miss so much,
Sweetness here today, Sandy. And those neck creases, oh those neck creases! 🙂
Thanks for linking up today…so fun to see you there!
I hear ya, Michelle. Being an adult is not all what it’s cracked up to be. And it’s fun being there. 🙂
Oh…
I love this.
“Unless I’m on my knees”
Just beautiful thoughts, Snady!
Thanks, Duane. Fist bump.