I can't do that if I let something come between Him and me. Like anger. Or frustration. My focus is so fickle. And as a mom, when my light goes out it can easily take two little lights with it.
This morning I was packing up a picnic lunch for after story time at the library. I had a to do list and I was doing it. Suddenly I got that "too quiet" feeling any parent dreads.
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My focus swung from God to the fact that it was 10:05 and we needed to be in the car and ready to roll by 10:15 to make it. My to do list, on which I had been making great progress, suddenly stretched long against one of the busiest days of the week. The light surely dimmed.
What I wish had happened next is that I had gotten down on my knees and said in a soft, kind voice that mommy was upset that they had done this and lets pray together because mommy needs to cool down. You can see from sweet sensitive Shelby's posture that wasn't what happened right away. And another precious light dimmed.
Sometimes I have to polish up with tears in order to get back to reflecting God's light. Sometimes I need someone else to reflect His light into my own dark places.
Depending on which version you read, John 1:5 says: