Just a moment to share with you... one I wish that each of you who provide for us with prayer and support could experience each for yourself…
I too often spend my day buzzing by the precious little souls of the Toddler House in the midst of their morning play, the very reasons I wake up each morning and walk through each day… but sadly my time to spend in their presence can be limited to a few moments here, or there, in the business of making sure that everything “runs” in their environment and their daily care and needs are met. Yesterday morning I was on my way from one “problem” to another when tiny little princess voices reached my ears. I could not resist investigating from where they came. Within seconds I found myself dunking under the low archway of the play set and into the “palace” where Rosegalle and Carine were engrossed in a conversation about their “home”. They had rolled basketballs and dodge balls into their “living room” and were sitting on them as chairs. A third was positioned near Rosegaelle who quickly offered me the “seat”. As I sat they paused but just a moment in their conversation to make sure I was able to balance the proper way on a ball chair, as us adults are not often capable of the many things our children are, and they are keenly aware of our deficiency in these areas though kind enough not to point them out. Without moving, nor looking through the “window” to see who was nearby these two masters of the house called simultaneously for NAILA!!!! Who came running, greeted them, asked what the topic of conversation was about, while hosting herself up into the “windowsill” and taking a seat to the right of Carine. Emphatically she brought in the latest news and reported that someone had parked a moto in the yard and no one had returned for it yet. At this point Wislande appeared in the doorway, receiving a warming welcome she popped in and Rosegaelle, whom must have been the acting hostess of the castle that day, pointed her to her “chair” and asked her to sit down. Inquiring at the same time if she was aware of who the driver of the moto was, and if they were coming back. Trying to play the part I joined in and gave my opinion that it must have been Wadson who dropped it off. All parties gave me a funny look as though I clearly had no idea what I was talking about. Carine then quickly offered that they would wait and see who came back for it. And I realized in that beautiful moment our worlds are so much more similar than I gave them credit for. That though we think so much escapes them, so much is above their understanding, and that things don’t concern them, their ability to reason, discuss, and exhibit grace and warmth in social situations is far more advanced than many people who have had decades longer to practice. I then bid them farewell, they wished me a “good day”, and I returned to the land of big people and problems, my heart longing to stay in the palace for just a little longer…
“ But let all who take refuge in you be glad;
let them ever sing for joy.
Spread your protection over them,
that those who love your name may rejoice in you.”
Posted on Tue, December 18, 2012