Lord I believe, help my unbelief.

"Yet the LORD longs to be gracious to you; he rises to show you compassion. For the LORD is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for him! O people of Zion, who live in Jerusalem, you will weep no more. How gracious he will be when you cry for help! As soon as he hears, he will answer you. Although the Lord gives you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, your teachers will be hidden no more; with your own eyes you will see them. Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it."

Isaiah 30:18-21



Saturday, January 9, 2010

I have to write about this.

It's simple and not-so-important. But it intrigues me and I do love a nice intrigue. I'm sitting in this Starbucks, doing homework, like a good PSU student. It's earlyish, and there are multiple families out this morning, having a walk, and infusing their children with delicious warm chocolate beverages. One family in particular, a father-daughter pair, has sat down at my eleven o'clock, He with his paper, her with her chocolate milk. As he reads, she sips on her milk, and boredom sets in. She exclaims, "Look Daddy! Look! It's funny!" as she blows bubbles and does things all 3-year old little girls do, like promptly overflowing her milk and needing napkins. The father, is... consumed in his paper. She's spilling more milk, and laughing and he then realizes that a fat stack of napkins will soon enter their morning routine. He explains where they are, and tells her to get them. She of course wanders around and claims to be unable to find them. He obliges after two minutes of this, and gets them for her. The scene continues with her,vying for his attention in numerous ways, only to admit defeat, and lay her head on his arm as he reads the paper, which was an incredibly sweet and endearing picture. And I'm sure that he loves her, but... he's consumed, by other things, and continues to offer distractions instead of his so-sought after presence. By now, she's playing with his Iphone, as he types, mumbling the occasional "mmm-hmmm, yes honey" but all the while never even looking up. I know it's spiteful... but I kind of hope she drops it.

5 comments:

Cassie said...

i love that this post ended differently than i expected...

brilliantly so.

Paul said...

Wow, this brought tears to my eyes. I am so guilty. I don't want amara to be that little girl anymore
- amy

JLTan said...

I understand. We do get focussed on other things and fail to take notice sometimes when people want our attention. For us humans, there is a balance to strike as we need to give attention to the different roles we handle.

Thank God for his omnipresence and omniscience, that He gives us attention when we ask, without dropping the ball on everything else.

Blooming Eventually said...

You're quite the writer yourself, Miss N.

Peggy said...

Oh how I hope many parents read your message. When I hear a child say, "Mommy, mommy, mommy, listen to me." (or Daddy, daddy, etc) I wish I could say to them, "Come here and I will give you a hug and listen to anything you have to say." If you are going to take your child out -- hug them and kiss them and LISTEN to them. They are young for such a short time. Answer their questions!!
I, too hope she dropped it.