Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Too Much Talking


     My quota has been filled.  I am officially maxed out on words per day that I can hear.  It is only 15 minutes after 12 and I can not possibly listen to anymore words.   My children's mouths are moving and words are coming out but I am not able to take in anymore words.   We have hit the part of  break where they have been constantly entertained and have temporarily forgotten how to entertain themselves.  It's time for a Christmas detox for all of us.

     It really started this morning.  I was trying to write and proof and they were right under my arm.  If I could temporarily remove a word from our day's vocabulary it would be "look".  No joke or exaggeration, I have been asked to "look" ( I am almost cringing typing the word) at least 40 times, but maybe closer to 100 times in the last 2 days.  It is not enough that they have gotten all these cool things they want to show me every single thing they do with the new toys.  They desire an audience and I am that audience.  Elizabeth Jane was putting together another part of her lego (which I helped her with for over an hour yesterday) and she wanted me to "l---" at every single piece she put on today.  And not only that, but she had a running dialogue the entire time she was working on it.  I don't want to feel like Charlie Brown listening to his teacher, but I DO! But it wasn't just the youngest,  Shepherd hits the floor this morning trying to figure out who he wants to come over and play and why they should come.  We went to bed last night with our oldest planning the New Year's Eve party and, even though she is not a morning talker, she too mumbled some things when she came down about the party and stuff to get at the store.

     This train of thought made me consider what I sound like to God.  Do I just go on and on about everything, demand his attention and take Him for granted?  Do I only think about me and what is going on for and around me?  Does God run out of words that He can hear?

     It NEVER happens.  Thankfully, He is the perfect Father.  I am not.  I am far from perfect and I drop the ball often.  I am pretty sure that I will not ever win the Parent of the Year award and I have to say I am sorry a lot.  But if I was perfect my kids would never need God because they would already have their on personal god right here in their very own house.  God loves for us to talk to Him and He loves when we want to hear from Him.  He looks at us with love and care and wants to know what we are interested in or what is important to us.  If we are being self-centered He is so kind to show us in a way that is helpful.  God really does care about all the details in our lives and is most concerned about how they relate to our hearts.  He NEVER EVER had a word quota and desires to hear from us any and every moment of the day or night.  And He is the God of the Universe!

     Ok, so I am giving myself a break.  Maybe it's time that I need to put my own selfishness aside and allow God to parent through me.  The Bible says, "I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength." It is so true.  Maybe what I need to do is ask God to help me see my kids as He sees them and to hear them as He hears them.  As I type they are upstairs.   Two boys are playing ball in the playroom my a little girl is cheering for them (non-stop) at the top of her lungs.  I think I need to push restart on my word-meter and let that thing start all over.  Oh heck, maybe I need to throw that stupid thing in the trash and say good riddance.  This season will pass quickly, just as they all do.  Every moment we are given is a gift and I want to appreciate each and every one.

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