Exulting in monotony


What started out as "How cute, see how much he loves books!" has gotten a little bit out of hand.  Ellis also shares an equal passion for shoes and the shoe rack.  Thus begins a new season of training in our home.  Since Ellis loves to pull books off the shelf and bring them to us to read to him, we've diligently begun showing him how the books go back on the shelf after we're done.  It's never ending.  Most of the time he pulls the book right back off again.  Read.  Shelve.  Repeat.  Read.  Shelve.  Repeat.  I have to remind myself that although it is a lot of effort for me now, it'll click in his growing little brain one of these days.

Motherhood is like this a lot, especially at this tender age when those little brain synapses are firing away and Ellis is learning boundaries and testing them.  And in those moments when I feel impatient and want to do it the easy way or get it done myself fast, when it is so repetitive it's seems ridiculous, I think about God's everlasting patience for me when I just don't get the hin
Peekaboo times one thousand
Which is why I love these words from my reading this week:  

Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead.
For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. 
But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. 
It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. 
It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them.
It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.” -G K Chesterton

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