My Favorite Time of the Day!

Monday was our first day to put Addison in day care. I will admit, I'm usually pretty easy going and my thoughts were, "No big deal. Thousands of families everyday put their children in childcare and everything turns out find." Well, I showed up that afternoon to pick her up and she had been balling her eyes out. I was so freaked out that as I was introduced to a local celebrity I hardly even noticed and didn't even ask for an autograph. My second thought after, "What have you done to my child? If you would have just followed the instructions!!!" was, "That's it Lord, I am going to find job in the secular world where I know I could make at least twice as much and that way Chandra wouldn't have to work and she could stay home. I'll still share your word, but I'm not going to let this happen to my child. She is obviously traumatized and the therapy bills from this ordeal after only being alive for 3 months is going to be long and costly." I even teared up a little. But after a few minutes in the car I calmed down and realized that there will be an adjustment period.

However, the next day when I went to pick her up (although she wasn't crying) was almost more traumatizing to the parents in that they fed her 30 minutes before her mom comes home to feed her. Momma bear was not a happy camper. But again, once we got in the car I was able to calm down and she was peaceful in her car seat looking at the mirror looking at me. Then...yesterday happened! She was fine. She had eaten well. She had slept well. And when we got in the car she was actually smiling through her mirror every time I would look at her. We have been around Addie 24/7 for the past 3 months - we know her cries, we know her smiles, we know when she's tired and when she is hungry and when she is not. We've had 3 months to get to know her. Our daycare has had 5 days - and they have probably done just as good if not better than we have. It just takes time to get to know the other.

And today, I was sitting in my chair in front of my computer (iMac if you must know) and reflecting on this past week and realized that right around noon I began to count down the hours until I go and pick her up from daycare. I become anxious. I start to get excited with anticipation for those little moments when she is finally in my arms and we climb in the car and she begins to laugh and respond to my smile and my voice. THAT is my favorite time of the day!

And then it dawned on me! Our Father is sitting in His chair in heaven counting down the hours for when we talk. He is looking forward with anticipation for those special little moments He gets to hear our laugh and watch with expectation our response when we hear His voice. Unlike me on that first day, He is prepared for when we cry and are in despair or traumatized by life's heartaches. And I'm sure He is thinking, "If you had only followed My instructions." But instead, He waits for  us with a deep anticipation of picking us up in His arms and getting to spend that time with us.

How long does He have to wait for us?

Luke 12:6-7