Monday, July 18, 2011
MM 715 - 726
He smiles at the greeters, holding a hand in the parking lot, walking in as if he owns the place - taking the "ramp" past the welcome center towards the nursery.
He loves church. He loves the dear older ladies who rock him and tell me as they pass me in the halls how sweet he is. He loves a couple of his little friends whose names I try to decipher on the rides home on the days when it is not my week to volunteer in the nursery. Throughout the week he asks if we are going.
But this week both on Wednesday and Sunday he has cried at the end of nursery - both instances around "Ring Around the Rosie" time. The tears haven't been enough where I have had to be pulled out of class, but it still makes me sad that he was sad. Today he even had the chin quiver on the ride home. "Church." "Ashes" "Fall Down" "Cry" was our conversation several times this afternoon.
Yet, even with this mysterious sadness at the end of nursery time, he still asks about church excitedly. He apparently isn't holding the imperfections of his time in the nursery against the church. He's still saying "Jee-jee" (Jesus), "Bible," "Amen!" and even "Church!" with an enthusiastic smile.
My two year old illustrated a sermon without preaching a single word. "Don't hold the imperfections of the church against the Church, the Body, and most importantly, The Savior."
Simple. Painful. Beautiful.
giving thanks for:
homemade peanut butter puddles ~ taking pictures of my babies ~ grilled cheese with tomato, bacon, and ranch ~ an earlier bedtime ~ afternoon visit with friends ~ women interested in mentorship ~ Titus 3:3-7 ~ delicious summer fruit (worth every penny) ~ great-grandma celebrating 97 years ~ Bubby's delight with ice cream ~ boys in Illini shirts ~ Bugaboo being a good "errand buddy"