go outside

Ah.... this weather... and to enjoy this breeze, this sun, this spring feeling on Easter weekend?
So so wonderful....
we have wonderful plans of yummy food and lots of time spent with family this weekend.... i'm loving it.
Justus isn't letting me get much done because turns out I am a human jungle gym. If i am not standing up, then i'm fair game.... its slows me down quite a bit. I love my boy.
At MOPS yesterday he got quite a few compliments on his "mohawk".... which in all truth was just the leftover hairdo from the milk and cereal he wiped all over his head.... whatever works, right?
Last night Simeon was having trouble sleeping and I laid in his bed and retold Him the whole story, starting from when God made the world, ending with "Jesus is alive", and what that means for us. Every time I am challenged/aware of how I share God's truth - what little parts can he understand? Also humbled to be able to share God's truth, which at some point will rock his little world, to my 3 year old...
the older I get the more I see that it is only God that works and stirs hearts.... yet I, as their mommy, have quite an in to their hearts and minds...
and I always remember what Jesus says about the faith of a child. It seems to me that understandable truths for him may be: Jesus loves me. Jesus can help me be kind to my brother. Jesus can help me obey. Jesus is always with me. Jesus always hears me when I talk to Him...
but I want to let God be God, even in how my little boys learn truth.
Last night tom got home from work late and we went for a walk and there were many races to be raced on 8th ave.... the boys would start off holding hands.... Simeon said "Ready...Set... Go!".... he'd let go of Justy's hand and take off, pick a random spot and say "I win!!" and Justus would stop wherever he was (always a distant 2nd) and jump and say "ahh ween! ahh ween!" Precious.

I remember that through much of my growing up, I felt quite a lot of guilt around Easter time...I felt as though my mind wasn't on the Lord enough, and I would try so hard to focus on what He did.... I remember feeling like I wasn't moved enough, wasn't grateful enough, wasn't focused enough....
but my God has rocked my world enough the past few years that I feel free, loved and alive... these events that we are celebrating this weekend ARE LIFE.... how is there any separation between what Jesus did for us and anything else?
define yourself as radically loved by God... be free!