Thursday, September 8, 2011

But you can't

We were at the fountain - and now in these last hot autumn days, my sunshine boy has discovered a love of being wet and wild and crazy.  All summer long, he would sit and swelter - while the other little ones splashed and played - but now he's the first one under that frigid spray... racing around and around in his faded swim trunks - blue eyes laughing as he comes wet and dripping to his mama. 
This day, he left his shoes where they landed mid step - his inside out shirt was dropped so near someone else's belongings that we almost lost it.  Before i had settled myself - face turned up to sunshine, he was laughing and running 'round. 
All of a sudden, tiny crooked foot landed funny - and he slipped on that wet concrete - and he did a belly flop on that hardest of hard ground.  With finely tuned instincts, my son picked himself up - his mouth already formed in a perfect howl - and he ran to me.  i reached for him, arms outstretched to hold his sadness - to examine him from head to toe - to smooch his face and soothe his wounded pride. 
When he was an arms length from me, he stopped though.  He stopped and said, "B- b- b- but you CANNNN'T!" 
"What do you mean, i can't, Darling?" i asked, reaching - pulling myself up to go to him... but he held himself away. 
"You can't hold me 'cause i wet!"
With one swoop i grabbed him - his heaving dripping shoulders dampening my still dry clothes.  i felt the water roll down my throat as his spiky white hair dripped on my chin - and he choked back his sobs as i wrapped my arms around his tiny wet form clinging to me in relief. 
o  tiny one... i can.  i can hold you - i can dry you... i can comfort you.  Your state matters little to me... because you. are. mine. 
And with just the tiniest catch in my throat, i turn to my waiting Father... dripping wet... disheveled, dirty, broken, messy... and find myself asking, "Can you?"


Carol said...

Loved this story and how you turned it into an illustration!

paige said...

Matthew 11:28-30
New International Version (NIV)

28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

mamazee said...

God is so washable - and i'm so grateful...

lovefam6 said...

I love when you make me cry with the truth that is so beautifully brought out through your words. <3

Sara L said...

I'm learning this. I used to not allow my children to touch me when they were dirty and messy and it dawned on me a few years ago, that that wasn't the message I wanted them to learn. I had to get over myself and show them that no matter what, they're always welcome in my arms... Such a good illistration to our little ones.

Sara L said...

oops, I see I can't spell today.. ha

paige said...

Yeh... i think it's one of the big misconceptions about God... That He can't handle our mess. He loves us so much.


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