Filthy and Wonderfully

  

  My Sweetness finally had a good day yesterday, I think.  Maybe he's just getting better at hiding the bad days.  I think this job site is cursed and so does he.  I hate that it takes so much to go right for him to have a good day.  Fifteen different contractors, hundreds of employees, and millions of pounds of equipment and steel all have to flow together for Sweetness to have a good day.  My good days are much easier to make.  Today Tater made my day. 
      We've been working on learning different Bible verses.  At church she learned "Let the little children come to me" Luke 18:16.  Turner, not to be out done, taught me "Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us" Hebrews 12:1-2.  So I wanted to build on these verses and learn a new one every week.  I could lie and say I'm doing it only for the kids, but it's for me too.  I've never been able to pull scripture out of my head or heart on command, but I want to.  So every morning I stand in my bathrobe, slippers and glasses and I repeat our verse and do a little choreographed jig that goes along with it.  What is the saying?  Verse learned in song is a verse learned long?  So we half sing half dance our verse out.   If I can sing and dance all of the hokey pokey years after learning it, then we'll be able to sing and dance out a Psalm any time, right?
     This week is one of my favorites "I will praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made" Psalms 139:14.  We've gone over it several times, but I was beginning to wonder if it would stick.  Just when I think all the repetition is fruitless God used Tate to smack me in the head and show me it is working.  Tate and I had to run in to Kroger to pick up a couple things.  We walked in and I bent down to pick her up and put her in the back of the buggy.  She said she wanted to be by me in the seat.  I said "Good I wanted you to be by me, you know why?"  I was about to tell her that I wanted her by me because she is such a good girl, but she answered the question before I could.  She yelled out "You want me by you because I am filthy and wonderfully made!"    A better answer has never been given.  There is my smile for the rest of the day. 

     My sweet three year old amazes me daily.  She frustrates me daily too, but I am trying to concentrate on the amazing and let the other stuff slide into the background.   She is fearfully and wonderfully made, so is Turner.  They teach me more in a week than I ever learned in four years of college.  They are fun and they give meaning to my life.  Stay at home mom life can be painfully repetitious.  Every day is the same, yet vastly different.  Today is filthy and wonderful, I can't wait to see what tomorrow is.