Finger paints and popsicles are fun, but alligator tears are not. However, those are realities in the life of a two-year old. So I’m grateful now that I can say, “Use your words,” and the confusion of tears and random wandering is immediately made clear. Oh, is that all? No problem. And can I have a kiss with your blue popsicle lips, please?
I was reading at the bookstore this evening and a kid kept squawking. Squawking turned to long, annoying squeaks and then cries. Looking at my watch, I thought, Mom, go put your little one to bed. Really what child likes to shop for books especially past bedtime? But she continued to chat and the kid kept telling her, without so many words, GET ME OUT OF HERE!
Words make me smile, and while I’ll never win a Scrabble tourney or make it out of the first round of the Spelling Bee, I am utterly grateful we have a way to share all the interesting or weird rumblings in our heads.
But I’m also grateful that God hears whatever our heart says. Whether we have the energy and competence to speak a prayer or just enough life to groan one, God hears and understands us. I’ll use my words to praise Him and thank Him, especially for those times when all I can do is squawk or let the alligator tears fall.
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