He turns five this fall and I wonder how the years all got tucked in the fold of one blink.
“Good news, mama!”
He flashes his handsome smile my way with ‘cool dude’ shooter fingers that seem ready to fling whatever good news my way. He tells me his delightfully insignificant bit. I want to scoop him up and kiss all over his face, so I do it, because I can and because he continues to precede most anything he says with, “Good news, mama…” which kills me every time.
In between his excited giggles, I tell him, “Good news, buddy! I’ve got buckets of kisses for you!” We kiss silly and laugh ourselves into a pile on the floor and I sigh my bursting heart right out of me.
It occurs to me that motherhood has allowed me to learn about savoring little moments, taking notice of what I used to sprint right past in my quest to do more, run faster, push harder. I wanted to do important stuff, and make sure I didn’t miss every opportunity to advance in the world, whatever that looked like. I didn’t know then that the getting more actually meant being able to see less…and that the holding less actually makes more room for love to sink in deep to revive my weary bones.
With a week ahead and who knows what headaches to come, I want to offer you some good news. You are loved.
Not because you’re doing big important stuff (although you might be). Not because you have your stuff together (although you might be on the cusp). You don’t magically earn love when you have passed go and collected $200 and awesomely dominated the Monopoly board. Love is already there, whispering to you if you can quiet the noise to hear. Beckoning to you if you can slow down a moment to see with the eyes of your heart. You are valuable to God just because you are you. You cannot become less valuable or more valuable to Him because of what you do or don’t do. The love is deep and wide and totally big enough for all your mess.
Maybe it’s just me that is a mess. But you know what? A mess dressed in love is way better than a mess dressed in shame, pride, fear, or apathy.
So put on love like a cloak. Let it sink into your bones and revive your spirit. Feel the weight of how lovely you are, just the way you are, to God, and let love carry you through your week ahead.
“God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8
One photo a week of our family throughout the year. 24/52
31. quiet evenings, 32. my good news boy, 33. baby giggles, 34. mess dressed in love, 35. truth that comforts, 36. long drive conversations, 37. simplicity, 38. clean kitchen, 39. a really good dustpan, 40. curiosity, 41. lego creations, 42. laundry brigade, 43. fun new fabrics, 44. peace, 45. limits that lead me to wonderful discoveries