My bike has a flat tire,
My scooter's too small,
Spencer's scooter is too big
AND I DON'T HAVE ANY ROLLERBLADES!
My poor almost-8-year-old Special K. She's such a beautiful girl...but oh there are moments when it's hard for her tolerate us mere mortals who just.test.her.patience.
Sometimes I just look at her and want to apologize for passing my nature down to her. She's so much like me... and when I see her struggle with things like contentment and pride, I just hate it for her.
It's great that she loves reading, and that she is so creative, she plans amazing projects, writes great stories, and that she knows exactly what everybody needs...
But oh how I wish that she wasn't my mini-me in every single way. I want her to learn sooner than I that it's not what others think about you, it's not about what you have, it's not how you look, but it's about serving our incredible God.
Discovering the difference between the things we want and the things we need seems to be an ongoing struggle for the two of us. Just yesterday I was wandering through Home Depot with Jason, listing to myself how many things in my house I would like to change, and how sad I was that I can't afford to change them.
My closet's too small,
My couch is too old,
I don't like the color of paint in my family room,
AND I DON'T HAVE ANY GRANITE COUNTER TOPS!
ugh. well, my little k,
maybe we'll learn that lesson together
1 Timothy 6:6-8