1.23.2009
Chaos.
Pure, uninterrupted, beautiful chaos.
She digs it.
Playing in her room, crawling around and getting into everything (all with a stinky diaper I later found out, ugh). But not a peep. She could care less that it was in her diaper. As long as she was having fun with the toys, trying to pull the cord out to the TV (I need to fix that somehow), getting to move around the room- it didn't matter.
It reminds me a lot of you and I. We roll through life with this dirt, filth, depression, troubles, sin, etc. But, as long as we are content and happy, we push on through. We don't let anyone know. In the process we have fun, but we also put ourselves in danger (may I remind you of the TV cord/outlet).
As Chloe's dad I am here to guide her and direct her. Through the good and bad. The best part is she allows me to do that right now. But as she gets older she will get strong willed, put up a fight, and think "she knows best."
I'm sure this doesn't sound at all familiar.
You have never been that kid, right?
God has never been that dad with you... right?!
Sounds like we have a lot to think about. Until next time,
Jason *over and out*