I'm convinced God gives us two-year-olds so we can see how we look to Him. They test every limit and push you to the very brink of sanity - and yet you love them more than you could ever imagine.
Earlier this week we put Kate to bed and went about our nightly routine. I started hearing loud clattering noises coming from her general direction and made my way upstairs to check on the source of the commotion. Light streamed from Kate's doorway as she said, "Daddy, come get me. I'm up."
I opened the door to find she dragged her rocker over to the light switch, climbed up, and with great enthusiasm turned on the light. So, to remedy the situation, I pulled the rocker from her room, turned out the light, put her back into bed and shut the door.
Three minutes later, I hear more clatter and walk up the stairs to the same scene. When I open the door, I find Kate's laundry hamper, bucket of toys, and other miscellaneous items stacked - forming a perfect ladder to the light switch. *sigh* I remove all these items, making the hallway a dangerous maze, pull the string to turn the light off, and put Kate back in bed.
Now I'm sitting in the living room, frustrated that I have lots to get done and have wasted so much precious time, when I hear Kate's not-so muffled voice. "Mommy."
"Where are you Kate?"
"At the top of the stairs, maybe. My light is broken."
When the light wouldn't turn on, she figured out how to remove the "child-proof" door knob.
My resources were all used up.
Mustn't God feel like he's done all he can do for me sometimes? I push the limits. I try and toe the line between what He wants for me and what I want. I disobey and act like it's no big deal. He must get so frustrated with me.
Yet there He is - loving me like crazy - even when I am unaware.
Yes, I must be just like my two-year-old to Him.
friend, you have more “oomph!” than any other kid i know. most of the time i’m at a loss as to what to do with it all. and some days, you’ve taken everything out of me, and it’s the best i can do to hold it together. but then, i remember the spirit God gave you - definitely not a spirit of timidity, and i pray that you would be filled with the fruits of His spirit - love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control it’s not that i want your spirit to be tamed. i love that you have a strength, a will, and ambition, but i pray that people would see more Jesus than kate, and more love than anger. when i see such an exhibition of exuberance from you sweet girl, i know two things. you are going to wear me out, and you are going to do great things for His kingdom.