Aidan has inherited the ability to say profound and somewhat cheesy things from some distant relative on the Hanslien side of the family!
The first story of note occurred in the basement parking lot at our apartment complex. I was doing the usual check on bags, groceries, toys, etc. as we got out of the car. When I looked up Aidan was nowhere to be found. I called a few times to no avail.
"Aidan, where are you?"
There was absolute silence for about 45 seconds and no sign of my child anywhere. I bent down to pick up a grocery bag, and the little man magically appeared beside me as if on cue. (I should add that he shocked me a little with this magic!)
"I'm here Mom. I'm always beside you!"
Cheesy and cute!
Another encounter went like this.
"How's my delicious boy?"
"Go ahead. Eat me!"
"Come and taste me! I'm a delicious apple today!" :)
Justin has changed a little over the last few weeks. We went shopping to fix the wardrobe problem. The end result is he no longer looks like he came off the soccer field. I have noticed a difference in his behaviour as well. He checks himself a little more often in the mirror and smiles at himself. The best part is he is no longer running holes in his pants and shirts! Maybe there is a girl somewhere he is trying to impress!
Jordan continues to be adorable. He was very cute a few days ago when we sang happy birthday to Winnie the Pooh! This was heart warming! He lit a little fire in me when I heard a passionate prayer from him about how much he loves church day, Abby, French fries, and fun. It got me thinking about hospitality.
Hospitality came in the form of me giving room for my sons to grow, and allow the Spirit of God move through them; because, he speaks to children just as much as he does to adults. Hospitality came in the form of my son being bold to pray in love for the things in his world.
Hospitality came in the form of a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a manger. Where the stinky shepherds were the first guests to the feast. To me, hospitality is the making of room for my children, because they teach me more what it means to love than anyone else. For that, I’m thankful I get to learn to relinquish control, and welcome more spills, grimy hands, and simple prayers; because, I’m pretty sure that’s how I’ll inherit the kingdom of heaven.
I think it's the small stuff that counts!