Sloppy Wet Kisses
This week, my 6 month old brother was sick for the first time. Coughing. Sneezing. Drooling. Messy. Of course, my initial reaction is to dote. To hold. To wipe away the mess and just hold him close. My heart breaking with every cough. His head is still too heavy for him, so every once in a while he quickly leans forward, his face colliding with mine. A sloppy, messy, drool and germ infested mouth collides with my cheek. A sloppy wet kiss, if you will. I am reminded of John Mark McMillan's song, "How He Loves." " So we are His portion and He is our prize, Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes. If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking. So Heaven meets Earth like a sloppy wet kiss And my heart turns violently inside of my chest, I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way. . . That he loves us" Our walk with the Lord is so messy. How often do I come to my Heavenly Father a (barely) walk