This morning started off like most. I was up at 6:30 getting the kids ready for school. Then I cook breakfast for me and Nathaniel. The older kids eat breakfast at school and Robert (as most of you know) doesn't enjoy my cooking. So, this morning things were moving along as usual. I was in the kitchen cooking. The older kids were already at school and Robert had left for work. Nathaniel had been playing by himself, patiently waiting for "eds" (eggs). After a few minutes, he decided that he needed to be with me. He came into the kitchen and said, "Hi Momma!" I smiled at him and gave him a hug. I let him know that it wasn't time to eat yet but that I would be done in a minute. I gave him another hug and a kiss and turned back to the stove to finish cooking. Normally this would have satisfied him. He would have giggled or growled (he so reminds me of "Tim the tool man taylor" sometimes) and then ran off to play until I called him.
Today was different though. "Momma Me!", he said. Which of course means that he wants my full and undivided attention. Right at that moment I was unable to give him what he was wanting. The next thing I know, the little turkey had planted himself at my feet and was clinging to my leg. This went on until I had finished breakfast. He wasn't pitching a fit or yelling. He was actually hugging my leg, kissing me, making "big hug noises", and telling me he loved me.
Throughout most of the day, he didn't leave my side. If I left the room even for a minute I would hear those little footsteps and that sweet little voice saying, "Momma Me!" I realized something as I watched My precious little two year old today. I realized that he was teaching me how I am suppose to love the Lord. Nathaniel didn't let anything distract him from being with his momma today. He made sure he was going to follow me no matter what. He paid attention to everything I did and tried his hardest to copy me. He knew that he was totally dependant on me for everything. It was more than just his need though. More than a longing to be loved or to be held or cared for. It was love, plain and simple.
Revelations 2:4 "Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love." I use to think that verse was talking about a romantic sort of love. Your "first love" as seen in movies. After watching Nathaniel today, I realized that our first real love on this earth is our parents. If you had good ones growing up then you know that there is nothing you wouldn't do for them. When you were very young, they hung the moon and stars. When you grew up, they became the wisest people you know. For a small child, a parent is their everything. They are totally dependant and totally in love.
That's how I want to be with you my Daddy God. I want to understand how completely I am dependent on You. I want to pour all my affection on You because You are my world. I want to throw myself at Your feet and cling to you, just because I need to be near You. I want to mimic all that I see You do. Help me God! Help me to love you like that! Help me to love like a little child!
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