Tonight as we were eating dinner, Kinsley decided she wasn't hungry and she would rather throw food instead of eat. Then the whining started too. I was irritated and tired of hearing her fuss. I got her down and she ran off, still fussin. She came back, and I picked her up. I could tell she was a little warm, so I swooped her up and went to take her temperature. She had a little fever and so I decided to give her some tylenol. Into the kitchen we went. Then it happened, all of her lunch came back up in ridiculous chunks of yuck all down my body, to the tips of my toes, and all over her. Poor baby goo cried and cried, and got so upset that there was yuck all over the both of us.
I don't know what it is about being a Mom, but to me there was nothing gross about this. I sat down on the floor with her and gave her gentle kisses as chunks of mandarin oranges were still in her hair. We waited for a bit just make sure she was done, as not to get throw up on Nana's carpet.
In these moments I can't help bit think of my Jesus and his undying love for me. I think that's how it is sometimes. We look up in heaven covered in all our yuck, smelly, dirty and covered in shame. Covered in junk we've created and done to ourselves. Father God sees us through his eyes that just see love, he isn't surprised about what we're covered in, he saw it coming. He isn't mad either. He's glad that we've called out to him and he can clean us up.
I took Kinsley into the bathroom and stripped us both out of the puke covered clothes and ran a bath. She didn't want me to let her go. So there we sat in that warm bath and I took her cup and kept pouring the water over her, cleaning her up as she snuggled close to me. Little by little I could tell she was starting to feel better.
That's what Jesus does for us he hold us close and cleans us up, and when we finally find rest in him, we don't ever want to let him go either. We find our home and comfort in him.
I got my girl ready for bed, red to her, turned off the light and rocked her for a while. A lot longer than normal. I just didn't want to put her down. She sang "Sing, Sing, Sing" to me over and over. I just love her so much. She has no idea what she has done to my heart. Hopefully she'll understand someday when she's a mother...
