My youngest daughter, Clélie, will be 3 years old in July. Her energy and zest for life are amazing. (Quite frankly, at 45 if I could harness it and bottle it, there’s not much I wouldn’t do to make it happen.) Clélie does just about everything and anything full speed. She plays hard, she talks “90 to nuthin”, her hugs sometimes equal crashing into you and knocking you off balance, and her inside voice is at best a soft yell. She even drinks her juice, or water, or whatever with gusto; guzzling it as though she’d been in the desert for days without any. What a gift it is to have that kind of appetite for life!
Something else Clélie shows energy in is prayer. Seriously. Often when we gather at the table for dinner at night, it is Clélie who starts us or reminds us to give thanks. Usually, giving thanks to God for the food at our table is the last thing on her mind. There is a litany of things and people: the flowers, the grass, her favorite TV show, her puppy dog, her toys, “Sissy”, Momma, Daddy, her house, her school, teacher, and friends, her thumbs (separately), her grandparents, books, church, and whatever experience she might have had that day.
“He called a child, whom he put among them, and said, ‘Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever becomes humble like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.” (Matt 18:2-4)
I am so often surprised by both of my children and their growth physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I learn a lot from them. It’s easy to get bogged down in “Adulting” and forget to give thanks where it is due. That’s usually when I am reminded to be more like my children; thankful for what God has given and continues to give each day.
May we all be more thankful for the experiences and wonderment of this life God has given and may we give praise to the Holy One.
Fr. Will +