“Kristyn, why is you so sad?” The query of the darling three-year-old I nanny.
“I’m so sorry, sweet girl. I have a lot on my heart.”
She tilts her head inquisitively and then traipses to the other room to play. Moments later, her little face peeks around the corner and she smiles shyly.
“Don’t worry, Kristyn, you is so beautiful.”
Emotion runs over and I stand there by the bottle warmer with tears in my eyes.
The living room is a disaster in the aftermath of Fort-Building 101, the dishes are still dirty, the baby is screaming for no possibly known reason, and Miss Three is incessantly insisting that she needs a third cup of chocolate milk to match her age. As I am about to be unnecessarily harsh with her tender spirit, I receive a text from a dear friend.
“Read Matthew 10:42. It’s a nanny life, just replace “water” with “milky” :)”
I look it up.
“And whoever in the name of a disciple gives to one of these little ones even a cup if cold water to drink, truly I say to you, he shall not lose his reward.”
I bite my tongue.
Maybe all this – this changing your outfits for the 6th collective time today, this cleaning up your paperless watercolor experiment on the counter, this training you over and over again to use gentle words and actions – is teaching me.
Maybe as I hold you tight and walk in circles for hours to bring you calm, even though you aren’t lacking anything, I can remember that I serve a God who provides all I need, and still continues to carry me close to his heart.
Maybe as I help you wipe up that accident from the floor yet again, I can be thankful that my Jesus didn’t leave me on my own in my mess, but did the dirty work for me.
Maybe as I stir Mac n’ Cheese, change diapers, re-read books for the 16th time today, and prompt you yet again to say ‘please’, I can walk in the blessing of what a precious opportunity it is that I have – to invest in eternity by investing in your hearts.
Maybe these ordinary days… are the most fulfilling. The most beautiful. And filled with the most grace.
Maybe your two beautiful, innocent faces are showing me glimpses of my glorious God.