face

my son has been doing this thing were he stares into his mothers face, touching, kissing, analyzing it. it’s rather amazing, the uncomfortable closeness he is yet to witness because of his innocence.

today he stood in my lap and did the same to me. the experience is quite different when you aren’t the one watching the closeness. it’s hard to breathe, a little slobbery and super intimate.

after about 5 minutes i began to wonder, “what is this guy thinking?” what is going through his mind that he wants to get so close to our faces? i don’t sit and stare at my wife this close… so why all the intimacy?

then the gentle voice broke it’s all to familiar silence, “it is the way i want us to be. to be so close that it’s hard to breathe. no excuses. no shame. a face to face with me.”

dang! ice in the heart cold, why does He always choose to reveal himself in these ways? parenthood has been the greatest God reveal. little truths dropped here and their by toddlers. i had an idea to one day write a book titles, “Negotiating with Terrorists: A guide to surviving children.” Today it seems it should be titled, “Children: Tiny Prophets.” Everyday is a glimpse into the heart of God, his love for a fragile people and how terrible we really are.

I close, take a breath and ask yourself can i stand in the lap of my father and get in his face? he wants that, it is us who are too ashamed, too proud or maybe to “big” to be this intimate. i know i am at least one of these everyday… let’s change that.