I am slow to blog these days. There are stories to tell and lots of little thoughts in the old head, but my words seem to be few. Could be that the only time to write and read is after the rugrats are in the sack, the nightly chores are done, and the husband and I have carved out a minute to say, “Oh hi, I remember you! Wazzup?” And then I collapse. Because the Spirit is willing to blog, but the flesh is sleepy.
My mother says I’m “sleep depraved.” That’s about right. Rhema went for weeks waking every night around 1 or 2 am. Thankfully, the past few days have been better. At the dinner table Brandon thanked the Lord for Rhema sleeping better this week. Then he added, “Oh and Lord if she just heard and understood that, I pray she doesn’t get any ideas.” And, on cue, Rhema snickered.
Not so long ago I arrived early at Rhema’s special needs school and sat in the parking lot. I watched a teacher help a student walk to his waiting bus. The teacher was a young man and I didn’t know his name. The boy had trouble walking to the bus – he flopped, he limped, he resisted, he made gurgling noises in protest. He began to tantrum, but the teacher managed to calmly get him to his seat. The teacher did not see me, but I watched him speak kindly as he buckled his student in. Then he gently wiped the drool away from the boy’s mouth.
I could have cried. Oh, may there always be people in my girls’ lives who are good to them like that when no one’s looking.
A friend asked me what we’d been reading when Rhema started humming Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.
“Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others.”
I’ve been chewing on that, wondering what it really means to ‘consider others better’. And how it looks in my life at home, at work, in a smelly Boston subway. I see Jesus, and there are not enough words to describe His glory, washing His disciples’ feet, and stooping and washing me.
And I see the drool wiper upper.