As he patiently waited for me to finish up my post yesterday morning, he couldn't wait to begin our game that he had set up.
We've gotten into a fun pattern in the mornings. After my 2nd grader heads out the door with Daddy, my little boy and I have just enough time to get a quick game in before leaving for Preschool. Memory is his favorite, and I almost beat him yesterday...and I was really trying.
It's funny how things like playing games with children can bring to mind the most simple of truths. We spend so much time trying to find out the profound answers to life, when in actuality, they can very many times be standing right beside us, with a hand resting on our leg.
We found this in his bag from school just the other day.
Such a simple list of gratitude...so necessary for my heart.
I find such comfort in knowing that Christ came as a little child. That he was willing to be a little boy, in need of a mother's lap. A boy of a carpenter, who learned from faithful Joseph. A brother to a few. A friend to many, and teacher to all...one with God, and yet, that He was willing to become a little child, to show His love for you and I.
As you think on the little child of Christ this season, may we take lessons from the little ones in our own lives this Christmas. Might we stop long enough to hear their hearts, and be challenged by their faith. May their simple gratitude charge us to speak out of ours even more boldly. Might we slow down enough to see who they really are, who they've been created to be. For, I believe love still speaks the loudest many times when we stop to listen to them.
Linking up with Tuesdays Unwrapped today. I'm looking forward to celebrating with you there.