I just want a few minutes alone! I get up half an hour early to read my Bible and pray and here she is at my side, putting her feet all over me while I try and start my day with God. How am I supposed to have a meaningful conversation with the Creator while my three year old is staring at me with her feet on top of my Bible?
I mention my frustration to my dad one early morning while we drink coffee. When I visit back home, I always get up extra early to be alone with my father before he goes to work. “Oh yes, I remember those days,” he says as he puts down his Bible. “Except you started that when you were two. As soon as you heard me stirring the coffee, you were by my side.”
My father smiles at the memory. “Oh,” I say slightly dumbfounded because what I am complaining about is what I’m doing to my dad at the exact moment, except now I am twenty-eight years old! Funny thing is I always had an inherent feeling that every day began with Bible and coffee. Maybe my daughter feels the same way because she has learned it from watching me.
I realize that there is clearly a lesson to be learned here. I am determined that from now on I will try and treasure those early mornings times with my daughter, expressing to her the same love and patience I had been given and was still being given by my father. My prayer is that my daughter will not know how to drink coffee in the mornings without her Bible, and that she too will have an inherent feeling that she can not start her day without first spending time with God.
“Fix these words of mine to your hearts and minds; tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.”
– Deuteronomy 11:18-19 (NIV)
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