This week we’ve been trying to soak up as much sun and pool time as we can. So difficult to believe that school starts back in two weeks! Aghhh!
Sorry I screamed in your ear.
The pool has been beckoning me; the kids have felt the call too. Taking the two smallest of the Woj tribe together is quite interesting. 3 year old Tarah runs around the kiddie area, sliding down the slides and splashing away. The area is fenced in and I can keep an eye on her from the side of the pool with 16 month old Tessa. Following a toddler at the pool is really…well…work. At the beginning of the summer, she hardly left my hip. The bucket tumbling water down over the top of the interactive area was not ANYTHING she wanted to be remotely near. But now, she walks along the edge, enjoying her semi-freedom.
Yes, the photo above should be this fabulous pool photo of two little happy girls…but truthfully I’m so busy chasing them, I can’t shoot a photo that will turn out half-way decent. Just reality.
But back to my story, for a split second yesterday, Tarah darted down the slide and I lost track of her. You know that pit forming so quickly in the bottom of your stomach, but you’re trying to stay calm because you are convincing yourself? Yes, THAT feeling.
My eyes scanned across the area once more and just as quickly as I “lost” her, I saw her again. She had her back towards me and I couldn’t see her long pigtails because they were lying around the front of her shoulders. And I couldn’t see her face. I barely saw her bathing suit color because of all the water being splashed. But what I saw that made me know without a doubt the little girl was indeed my Tarah was her
She had just flown the smaller pair of slides and at the bottom, she ceremoniously stood up, raised her hands in the air, and walked to the edge of the slide. She hopped up on the edge, then jumped off, twirling with her arms straight up, then one hand slightly leaned outward as she finished her twirl. Quite the moves. “Tarah-moves.” Yep, that’s my girl.
I couldn’t help but think about how God sees me. I know he never loses me. He will never leave me or forsake me; He’s promised that. But I just wonder if he looks down at me, and because of my consistency, because of His faithfulness that carries me through, He glances down and says:
I’d recognize those twirls anywhere. I’m so glad she’s mine; I’m very proud to be her Father.
Yep, that’s my girl.
I truly hope you are His today.
It would be cool if you’d go bust out a move to show it.
“Encourage your hearts and strengthen you in every good deed and word.” II Thess. 2:17