Two

Just a little narrative from this morning about my now TWO year-old.

Lucy and Collin were sitting in Lucy's room with me. Things were great, we'd even just finished with a great giggle session when Collin grabbed one of Lucy's "babies". Lucy took it from him.

He grabbed another "baby". She took it from him too. We went through this until there were four babies in Lucy's lap. I grabbed a different toy and gave it to an unaware, happy-go-lucky Collin. Lucy started to take it from him, but mid-grab, I intercepted her arm and told her a firm "no". She proceeded to throw her body on top of the FOUR toys in her lap while Collin sat grinning with his one toy that she desperately wanted. Tears were streaming down Lucy's cheeks and she began wailing at the perceived injustice of the entire situation. I sat, watched her and quietly laughed at her, but then sobered up when I realized how often I surely act like a two-year-old when my Father in Heaven is exceedingly generous and gracious to me.

After Lucy worked her way through the pain and disappointment of not being allowed to take a fifth toy away from her brother, she walked to me, arms outstretched for a hug. Which I was happy to give.

And if only-human-me, was happy to hug Lucy, it makes me confident that the Father is truly pleased to receive those who come to Him for comfort even when their own greed or other shortcomings were the cause of their hurt.