Grief :: Healthy eating :: Kid quotes

I have three completely different things to write about today, but they’re all fairly brief, so I’m just going to combine them into one post.

Grief ~ I have read two insightful, honest posts about this lately. The first is by Tim Challies, entitled Joy Comes with the Morning. He writes about Joni Eareckson Tada’s suffering, and her transparency about “the sick, strange comfort of [her] own misery.” Misery does have a certain comfort – the comfort of familiarity sometimes, if nothing else (especially when it’s not physical). I really appreciated the way Tim wrote about this temptation.

The second post was written by Mike Delorenzo, a missionary pilot in Kenya whom I have linked to before. He writes about his sick daughter’s question, “Why did God make me like this?” He writes, “This is not the sort of God you would expect…” Read the rest here: The Envy of Angels.

Healthy eating ~ Kim at Lifesong just published the second entry in a series she’s doing about good nutrition. I like what she wrote in this particular entry: “The occasional ice cream or high fat meal may not be wrong, but when we are seeking pleasure and satisfaction from food above our satisfaction in Christ, we are making something as enjoyable and important as food an idol.” This is an area where it has been hard for me in the past to find the balance between not eating enough (for self-image reasons), or just being lazy and eating whatever I want. Either one of those extremes makes food too much of a focus and dishonors the Lord. I appreciate Kim’s balanced perspective.

Kid quotes ~ And of course, I can’t work at a daycare without writing about the cute things the kids say! Today I worked with the four-year-olds, and they were quite funny. After naptime, we usually fix the little girls’ hair, and today one of the little boys came up to me and said, “Miss Anna, make sure you make ’Ashley’s’ hair beautiful!” I wasn’t even doing her hair at the time.

Later on, we were playing Play-Doh, and one little girl kept talking really loudly (almost yelling), so I eventually said, “Honey, your voice is too loud.” She promptly responded, “I know… God made it like that.”

The last one was at the end of the day. We usually take the elevator up to the closing room, but some of the kids prefer to take the long flights of stairs. There were only four kids left, so I said, “Do you guys think you can handle it if we go up the stairs instead of the elevator?” The same little boy who made the beautiful hair comment earlier said seriously, “I don’t know if I can handle it… with these hiccups.” I try not to laugh at the kids in front of them, but I couldn’t help it that time!