Don't they crack you up sometimes, those little ones? Thank God that they can do that, right? Because the Lord, He, also knows how often they can make the blood boil in us parents. But I have to share Ayla's latest line. We were at my mother in law's for Sunday dinner and she was sitting on the landing putting on her shoes to go home. Her cousin's miniature labradoodle, Bauer, was sitting next to her. My sister-in-law was standing over them and asked Ayla,
"Is Bauer your buddy?"
She replies "Yes" and looks at the dog and up at her aunt and shrugs her shoulders and says,
"It must be really strange living life so small like that..."
And even now I chuckle thinking about her little voice uttering those words...
I am humored but at the same time in awe of what a six year old brings to my attention.
How much of my life is spent up on my high horse? Quick to guard my ego and lash a rebuttal. Or how often do I stand tall on my pedestal? Gazing down hard at those underneath where I have arrived or thought I have arrived in my arrogance that sometimes hides behind a false religion or legalism. I might as well be hurling stones at those below on the ground outside of my comfortable box...
What if I decided to live life really strange and jump down off of the high road falling hard on the ground beneath me bent over on my hands and knees?
There may be some bruising even some scrapes that draw blood...
My pride will wound me and it will hurt I am sure...
But how really strange life would be for those around me and myself and most importantly the kingdom of Heaven if I started living life small like that. Because last I heard, Jesus carried his cross down the road to the place where he was brutally crucified...and I don't think he was riding a high horse or standing proud on his pedestal but rather he was bent over in humility and grace. And in turn His sacrifice would become the greatest gift ever given to us.
How beautifully strange living life so small can be!
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