Some dear friends of mine just had their first baby. On one of my first visits I was schnuggling with the little one, and she started to cry. Mommy looked at me and said, "Well...you'll just have to restore her to joy."
I don't know why that phrase stuck with me like it did. There was just something alluring and intriguing about the way it skipped across my mind.
Restore me to joy.
That's what I really should be praying for. That God my Father would notice me and the pickles I get into...how tangled up I get in the messes of my own making. And I sit down, dejected, sticky jam on my hands, chocolate around my mouth, my toys in pieces around me...but God picks me up, washes away the stains, unrumples my rumples, wraps me in one of those oh-so-soft blankies, and schnuggles with me.
Over and over, it seems that God brings people and situations into my life to remind me that ultimately I should trust only Him. Maybe because it's a lesson that I never seem to learn. Someday, Lord...someday I will finally get it.
Until then, wipe away my stains, unrumple my rumples...
Restore me to joy.
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What a wonderful phrase for a Mommy to say. And schnuggling is a fabulous word.
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