Nothing I could do today made it any better for little JuJu. She is really sick and I felt really helpless. She didn't want juice, or water, Puffs, or any other kind of food for that matter...didn't want to be inside or outside. Didn't want the TV on...didn't want the TV off...didn't want to be in my lap...didn't want to be in the floor...didn't want to play with her toys...didn't want her toys put away...you get the drift.
Ever had one of those days?
I haven't wanted her to start talking yet, because that meant she was growing up, but today I would have given anything to be able to hear her tell me what she needed.
These words from Steven Curtis Chapman (one of my favorites) came to mind...
"You’re picking up toys on the living room floor
for the 15th time today
Matching up socks and sweeping up lost
Cheerios that got away
You put a baby on your hip and color on your lips
and head out the door
And while I may not know you I bet I know
You wonder sometimes does it matter at all
Well let me remind you it all matters just as long as you
Do everything you do to the glory of the One who made you
Cause He made you to do
Every little thing that you do to bring a smile to His face
And tell the story of grace
With every move that you make
And every little thing you do"
So I could change some of the lyrics to say "wiping a snotty nose for the 15th time today"...or something like that...but the real thought to ponder today is...
"Why did I do all that I did today?"
I can honestly say at the end of this long day, I didn't do so great at learning this lesson...I didn't bring a whole lot of anything to God today, except for frustration and a little self-pity...
So the next time that I have a sick baby, or have to stay up a little later than usual, or clean up the same set of blocks, or pick up 200 double-ply tissues out of my living room floor again...I need to remember that I can bring glory to God, even in those things. It is all about how I handle it.
And to Him...those "little" things really do matter.