THE WATCHER

Mud Pies

Life is an endless string of moments lost.

As a “grown-up” I’ve accumulated fears and to-do lists. After “the flood” my list got longer and snarled. I’ve been functioning at an intensity I’ve never experienced because I have the dysfunctional instinct to fix it all “better than it was before.” Life is not fun. Life is a list.

Floods are dirty. Dirt and water make mud. Mud needs to be cleaned up. Mud can also be made into pies and dirt balls. Bronwyn, my six year old, engaged me to not fear the mud but embrace it. “Come make mud pies with me Daddy!” she exclaimed over and over again until finally, after I had worn out every “adult” excuse to not play in the mud, I did. I squished it, patted it, rolled it, and dripped it all while having a grand conversion with my daughter. It was heaven on earth. Earth, dirt, water, and mud make fun. When did I forget that?

Children are Gods gifts to our lists. Children are Gods gifts to our selfish focus. For children, engagement is love. I guess for everyone engagement is love.

Matthew 19 – 14
Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."

Thanks JC for mud pie moments.