God has blessed our family with wisdom and glimpses of him, even amidst our mess and hard, from even the littlest in our family. Here are words from my dear husband, Michael, written to Ike on his birthday earlier this week after recently having a fishing day together.
“He taught me how to kiss worms.
Isaac turns 3 years old today. And he continues to teach me a thing or two about life.
Last month we purchased nightcrawlers to go fishing. In the month to follow we kept them on the bottom shelf of the fridge and every day or two would touch one to make sure that they were alive and well. On our third and final fishing trip we had exhausted most of our supply of worms. After catching 10 fish the worms were more of the attraction than fishing. Isaac befriended our final worm, cuddled it tight, and kissed it.
It was genuine. It was real. He wasn’t trying to be funny. He loved that worm and felt that he could care for it in the palm of his hand.
It made me question who are the worms in my life that need a kiss? Does God truly have me in the palm of his hand with all of my messiness? He does…
He saved that Worm by throwing it in the lake. He wanted to make sure it would get to live on.
Happy Birthday Ike. Your vision is breathtaking.”
From our little family to yours, we pray you lovingly find the worms in your life and treat them with the innocence and love that our children often remind us of. And if you are in a season where you feel like a worm, find someone that values you right where you are. You are fearfully and wonderfully made… we are all a little dirty.