When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of weeds that are
going to take over my yard.
My kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on.
When I look at a homeless person and he smiles at me, I see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money, and I look away.
My kids see someone smiling at them and they smile back.
When I hear music I love, I know I can't carry a tune and don't have much rhythm, so I sit self-consciously and listen.
My kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing out the words. If they don't know them, they make up their own.
When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it. I feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I walk.
My kids close their eyes, spread their arms and fly with it, until they fall to the ground laughing.
When I pray, I say thee and thou and grant me this, give me that.
My kids say, "Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my friends. Please keep the bad dreams away tonight. Sorry, I don't want to go to Heaven yet. I would miss my Mommy and Daddy."
When I see a mud puddle, I step around it. I see muddy shoes and clothes and dirty carpets.
My kids sit in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross and worms to play with.
Sometimes I wonder if we are given kids to teach . . . or to learn from.
No wonder Jesus loves the little children!
- Author Unknown -
Life isn't waiting for the storm to pass. Its about learning how to dance in the rain.