For months I’ve been promising my friend Makayla that we’d have a super fabulous slumber party. We’d stay up late, paint our nails, watch movies and drink fancy beverages from coconut cups…. And by fancy, I mean milk shakes and cocoa because despite what a fantastic friend she is, Makayla is 6, so booze is most certainly out of the question (and seriously into the realm of “what to do if you want never to be trusted with children again”).
Tonight, I finally made good on my promise. After what seemed like one of the toughest weeks of my life, I realized that I had a promise to keep and that Ms. Makayla was arriving at 6:00. 5:45 however, found me not on the verge of tears, but over the edge, off the cliff and into a sobbing oblivion. Not that I’m alone in this, but the last few weeks have been some of the most pressure filled, stressful weeks of my life. Job drama, health drama, trip over your shoe-lace embarrassment drama. You name it, I’ve got it going on. The thought of entertaining anyone, let alone an energetic little lady, seemed WAY out of my capacity.
Thankfully, I didn’t have the heart to let her down.
Instead of taking care of her, Makayla spent most of the night caring for me, telling me how I needed some snuggles, that I’m her best friend, and asking if we could pause the movie so that she could draw pictures, pray, and write prophetic words for her friends at church.
Prophetic words. From a 6 year old. If I hadn’t been so touched, I would probably have spent the better part of the night feeling like a total tool for underestimating God’s ability to change our worlds.
So here’s the take away from today’s big adventure: God is big. I’m little. And even littler people can be filled with Him to the point of completely de-railing my boo-hoo train and reminding me of what a wonderful blessing it is to be in His hands.
Now I’m just hoping that some day this blog will be around when Makayla is old enough to read it. If I’m lucky, she’ll be as touched by how He used her as I have been by being near her.
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From the mouths (and hearts) of babes.
Last night Sophie said she wanted to pray for her friend Lacey. I told he that you were not feeling well so she wanted to include you in her prayers.
Then she asked “What scared her?” I thought this was an intersting question coming from a 2 year old. Prophetic is probably not the right word here, but psychic maybe.
Hang in there Lace.
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My little sister is unbelievably strong, and resilient, and grateful, and kind, and loving… and LOVED. You inspire me.