There are tiny moments in this life. Moments that seem to pass as quickly as they come. Tiny moments filled by tiny humans that really are not tiny at all. Whether it is the soft whimper of a toddler boy after receiving an unfair and harsh word from his mama or the smear of pancake syrup down the glass patio door- these insignificant minutes all add up to very significant moments. As I reflect on the little person inside that toddler's body- that little soul- I realize just how soft is his heart. As I reflect on the messy glass door and the hands that need to be wiped-yet again- I realize just how remarkable are those sticky fingers. The heart of that boy is one that was woven, designed, and softened by the Father for such a time- so that His grace could be on display. Her little sticky fingers were created and imprinted with the image of the Father for a great and mighty purpose.
Lord Jesus, I am unworthy yet called, weak yet strong, ill-equipped yet perfected in these tiny moments. Help me to take advantage of the tender interactions with these children-for they are a gift and a privilege- sticky fingers and all.
