meditatio at the water's edge

It was 2:15 a.m. last night, I was surfing other blogs, and my three year old daughter just climbed out of her bed to go to the bathroom. She is so cute even when she is tired.

The night before she was so tired too, but she couldn't find sleep. She was tossing and turnng, and I went into her room. She looks at me, and in her three year old voice says, "Daddy, can you sing the my God song to me, referring to Rich Mullins Step by Step. She fell asleep as I sang thru the song a second time. It was one of those powerful moments when I was reminded of the present reality of the kingdom now. It seems that Anna at three has as good of an understanding of God's present reality as I do.

Then yesterday afternoon I walk into the house and my wife, Kathy, is cooking pancakes. The smell of pancakes and syrup perminated the air, and I took notice. What an incredible fragrance, and I have missed it so often. But yesterday was different, and I noticed the smell of pancakes, syrup, and.. God's unmistakable presence. ... no, our home is far from the Leave It To Beaver Home that too many idealize, but it is a place where God's presence is very clear. It's just that I don't notice most of the time.