She tugged at my hand, but I resisted. Excuses began to arrive by the second.
"It's too cold, plus I've got to go fix supper anyways."
I didn't verbalize some of the real reasons. I'll have to fix my hair again. My new
outfit might ruin.
I just shook my head and turned to leave the porch to seek refuge from the dampness.
She caught my shirttail and tugged again. "Pleeease mommy…just this once."
Her petition suspended my departure as I turned to gaze into her eyes. The sea of crystal
blue drowned my soul in guilty reasoning. My daughter…youthful beauty clinging to
innocence and childlike wonders…motivated to enjoy God's creation on every occasion.
Why couldn't I have the same outlook on life? Why did I always choose not to enjoy
the little things of life?
The waves of accusations continued to pound me. How come I always say no? How
come I'm always so busy? Why, for once, can't I just break free from these daily
demands and just live a little?
The enemy's logic conquered my thoughts and advised that I ignore the guilt. I loosed
her hand from me, breaking the connection.
"Nah…your dad will be home soon, and you know how he gets if his supper's not
The screen door slammed behind me. My mind shut her out and conveniently switched
to recipes. A pot of spicy chicken cabbage stew and homemade yeast rolls seemed to be
the perfect dish for the dreary day. I grabbed the yeast, mixed it with flour and warm
water, and placed a towel over the bowl so that the temperature would be conducive for
Her children shall rise up and call her blessed...
The proverbial scripture rose to the forefront of my mind, convincing me He was
encouraging my parental involvement.
So, I found her sitting on the porch's edge with her bare feet exposed to the drenching
rain. The cuffs of her jeans were soaked from the splashing drops. She hugged her knees
to her chest and alternated her hands into the downpour.
Ohhh, I whimpered, here goes...
It was one of those twinkling-of-an-eye moments. She whirled her small body around as
her wet lashes and puffy lids sobbed to me. "What Mommy?"
Ashamed of my earlier rejection, I hung my head as I shuffled toward her. My hands
cupped her face and lifted her countenance to mine. I didn't have to say, "I love you."
She knew my love was real when I exclaimed,
"Let's go dodge some raindrops!"
Hand in hand, we rushed into the downpour. Phrases of exhilaration shrieked from our
souls as we frolicked amongst one of God's masterful creations.
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