My Moment

The morning started off without a hitch. I managed to spend some awesome time with the Lord while sipping on a great cup of coffee, get my shower- dry hair AND put on make-up, start a load of laundry, pick up the living room a bit, send hubs off to work, and get breakfast going all before the kiddos woke up- that, my friends, is an accomplishment!

And then it happened- I had a "moment". Right smack dab in the middle of the apple cinnamon oatmeal, I had myself a moment. It appears that my baby girl is no longer a "baby" anymore. Bites one and two of her bowl of oatmeal she took with no problem. The protesting began with bite number three. She, Miss Independence, DID NOT want mommy to feed her; SHE WANTED to do it HERSELF. WHAT!?!?!? But, mommy HAS to feed you, you are my BABY! Oh, no! She would have none of that; she was not going to eat unless SHE could feed herself. Hence, my moment.

As my baby sat there feeding herself her breakfast I reminisced over how quickly the time has gone by since her birth. It seems like only yesterday I was sitting on my bed with some gosh-awful contraption attached to my "girls" pumping that all important milk that every baby MUST have and then storing it nin the fridge until the next feeding time. She had to have me then by golly! Momma was a must! We passed that infancy stage very quickly and moved into the adding cereal and baby foods stage, but she still needed me to feed her with a spoon. Because she eats like a horse and seems to grow an inch every day, we quickly moved onto bit sizes pieces of food that she could get her little chubby fingers around and slowly, but surely, find that whole on her face and shove in the food. But she needed me then too, cause someone had to cut up the food.

Well, now- now it seems that she can eat a banana without it having to be cut into fourths and she can eat whole grapes, which she picks off the stem herself, and she can eat a whole piece of bread and she can feed herself her own bowl of apple cinnamon oatmeal for breakfast. Oh, I think I might have another moment! My baby isn't so much of a baby anymore. ARGHHHHH!!!

So, I had my moment and then I had a revelation. Hello!?! This is exactly what she is supposed to be doing. She is supposed to be growing and learning to do things on her own. She was born to grow!

And so it is, my friends, with the Christian life- we are re-born to grow; to grow in the wisdom and knowledge of God. We are re-born to grow more in love with Him every day of our lives. As we grow in Him our desires should change from needing a little milk to craving more and more and more the meat of the Word.

"For everyone who partakes of only milk, is unskilled in the
word of righteousness, for he is a babe. But solid food belongs to those who are
of full age, that is, those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to
discern both good and evil."

Hebrews 5:13 & 14, NKJV

What is it that your soul is craving today? It's time that we trade in our bottles for a platter of prime rib!