When I share, I find others who remind me trying to be perfect is a lonely place to be. I take photos as if He’s the eyeball in my eye socket and, whoa! He shows me some breathtaking glory through my lens! I am wounded and limping, which frustrates my perfectionist tendencies to no end until I am vulnerable enough to share those wounds with someone else. I say things to friends I might not normally say, and write things I might not normally write. But when Jesus gets a hold of me? All bets are off and He sets me on fire. I am small-minded and judgmental when I’m operating under my own power. Note: You'll need to pause the music player on my blog sidebar before you watch this video. If you are like me and are one of the last living people who hasn’t seen this clip from the movie, here it is. That memory came to mind this morning as I was singing to Katie. Good thing I was already in love with him by the time I found this out. All those times Dan was singing to me, and I thought it was his original song. Yeah, that was my reaction the first time I saw The Three Amigos on video. Uh, what’s that you say? Dan didn’t make it up?!! WHAT?!! And now I can sing it to our adorable little girl in the mornings. Now, wasn’t that the sweetest thing ever? Dan made up such an adorable little song, just for me. The words go like this: My little Buttercup has the sweetest smile./Dear little Buttercup won’t you stay a while?/Come with me where moonbeams pave the sky/And you and I might linger in the sweet by and by, oh!/Dear little Buttercup, with your eyes so blue,/Oh, little Buttercup, you’re a dream come true!/You and I will settle down in a cottage built for two - oooo…/Dear little Buttercup, I love you! I was so entranced by his voice singing gently to me about how wonderful I am. When we were dating, Dan used to sing it to me. The first song to pop into my head was “My Little Buttercup,” so I sang it to her. This morning, Katie asked me to sing to her. It’s a lovely morning pillow talk ritual and I love how it guarantees us dedicated time alone to touch and listen to each other. Sometimes we just hold each other and doze back to sleep. Sometimes we discuss the plans for our day. I open a window shade just enough to let some light into the room, and then I crawl in to bed beside her and say, “Good morning.” Slowly, she wakes and we start to whisper about nothing and everything. I have found that I need to quietly enter her room about 15 minutes before her you-must-be-dressed-and-headed-downstairs deadline. I used to walk in, wake her and expect her to hop out of bed and start her day. On school days, it’s my job to go in and wake Katie in time for breakfast and the bus.
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