Pondering the bathtub, I turn from focusing on my willful baby girl and look to my parent's heart toward her.
As I watched her, I wasn't angry with her poor decision. I sat patiently, waiting with warm towel in hand, and hoping for her to realize her foolishness and run to me. I wanted to comfort her and to make her teeth-chattering end, but I never considered giving her the lesser comfort that she desired. I held out, insisting that she have the best. And then? When I could tell she was ready to accept my hug, I quickly reached out and wrapped her up, scooping her giggling little self up and kissing her face.
"If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask him!"
Sounds like a moment to just sit in and celebrate, to me! Praise the Lord for giving you the grace to be such a beautiful representation of the Gospel to her. I think that is just wonderful!
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