On Friday Sonna exclaimed, "Wasn't that neat that we got to see God today?" I asked, "What do you mean?" I quickly retracted my Too Big question and instead asked "Where did we see God today?" Sonna replied, "At the Salvation Army". (We donated our baby swing that we weren't using). I asked, "Do you mean the tall man with the beard who helped mommy carry the swing?" Sonna smiled and said, "Yes". I explained that this man wasn't God, but he was God's helper. He was sharing God's love with others by volunteering at the Salvation Army.
I've been thinking about this conversation ever since. What if we all looked for God as Sonna does? What if we consciously saw God in others? I'm going to try to do that more.
Here's another Sonna story. On the flight back from Arizona our plane was diverted to the Great Falls airport just seconds before we landed in Missoula as planned. Heavy fog prevented a safe landing. Thankfully we were brought back to the Missoula airport but the whole incident added 2 hours to our time on the airplane. Sonna had a meltdown and was very irritable on the flight between Great Falls and Missoula. She was just acting out what we were all feeling. I had Svea on my lap, Sonna sat in the window seat next to me and Mara and Jedd were across the aisle. Sonna's tantrum was waring me down and I didn't know what else to do so I looked right at her and sang her song to her; "You are the light of the world, you are the light of the world, so shine, shine, shine where you are, you are the light of the world". In an instant her whole disposition changed. She looked deep in my eyes, softened her expression and listened intently. When I finished the first verse she said, "Keep singing to me Mommy".
This made me think, what if when we are at our worst - our most irritable, down right mean, short on patience - we could stop and be reminded of our worth and know how much we are loved by our Heavenly Father. We might be changed too.
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