The Littlest Little (12)

While standing at the sink this morning doing dishes, I turned to the side and noticed a little pair of eyes peeking out from around the doorjamb. I smiled and received a very guttereal raspy giggle. Then, the eyes disappeared behind the corner, again. I waited for a few seconds and they peeked out again, I smiled again and said, “Judah, I see you”.

He giggled some more, and disappeared again. This time, I snuck around to the doorjamb, and startled him by peeking around first. He then began to laugh so hard he fell from his hands and knees to be laying flat on his back. His chest and body convulsing because of his out of control laughter.

Fast forward twenty minutes. I’m sitting in a chair and he crawls towards my lap. I begin to point out, “Nose. Eyes. Mouth” and he leans in and places his little clammy palm on my face and inches his fingers by my lips. He knows what is coming, I open my mouth and nibble on his fingers. The deep giggling initiates and soon after a few more nibbles he is unable to hold himself upright as he is so taken over from his laughter.

Judah is my calmest child. There is no need too great or situation too perilous that a little waiting won’t fix. He’ll wait patiently and play with the toys in his vicinity and wait until my eyes catch his. Then his countenance changes his whole being shouts, “Experience joy, mom. Smile, just for me”.

Even when he’s in trouble, he somehow manages to turn me saying, “No, Judah” into a silly mess of giggles.

I’m convinced that this is why God placed him in my care. In the midst of all the Chambers chaos, God gave me a little beacon of a daily dose of silliness. Now, don’t get me wrong all of my children are silly and hilarious in their own way. But, Judah is my daily reminder to laugh. Laugh purposefully. Laugh often. Laugh over the truly funny. Laugh when were tired. Laugh when it hurts. Laugh when I’m in trouble. Laugh when there’s nothing left to do, but laugh again. Judah’s mission in life is to laugh and to make sure everyone else is laughing around him.

For that, I am thankful.

 

Psalm 100:1-4

 On your feet now—applaud God!
Bring a gift of laughter,
sing yourselves into his presence.

 Know this: God is God, and God, God.
He made us; we didn’t make him.
We’re his people, his well-tended sheep.

 Enter with the password: “Thank you!”
Make yourselves at home, talking praise.
Thank him. Worship him.

 For God is sheer beauty,

    all-generous in love,
loyal always and ever.

(The Message)

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2 thoughts on “The Littlest Little (12)

  1. This is exactly how I feel about Channing! I love my little man Lucas to pieces but I have had a LOT to learn about motherhood and needed lots of patience with him. Channing gives me sanity among the chaos and made me want more children when I was at a point of maybe never wanting more. Thank God HE knows us better than we know ourselves=)

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