Floor time
Playing with a toddler is giving me a fresh
view of faith. For, here, among the plastic dinosaurs, blocks
and cars, I’m thinking anew about what it means to be a child.

But
playing with my two-year-old grandson brings another word to mind.
Expectant.
The world, to him, is full of
potential. Here, on the floor, I’m engaging him in
possibilities. Animals ride on blocks
like ships. Blocks become towers. Dinosaurs can talk. I realize that play, at this age, is
exploration of what could be. Every time
he invites me to come to the floor with him, he anticipate something new will
happen.
Later,
when we take him for a walk in his stroller, the outside world holds the same
freshness. New things are all
around. We point them out and teach him
the names for them. He intently watches
and listens, so that he will be able to repeat them to his parents upon our
return. With him, curiosity is serious
business.
I wonder what the first waking thought was for
the disciples each day. Perhaps it was, “What are we going to eat
today?” That would explain all the
fussing about bread. But I hope it was
this: “I wonder what amazing thing Jesus
will do today?” Surely there must
have been a surge of adrenaline that came with consciousness at dawn – anything, ANYTHING could happen with Jesus
around.
Floor time is teaching
me that having a childlike faith is to live each day with the same
anticipation. God has a world of
possibilities he wants to share with me – insights to stagger my mind,
conversations to prompt my heart, connections to remind me how much he loves
us.
For with Jesus, no day
is ever ordinary.
Jesus, help us to start each day
with the anticipation that you intend to do amazing things. Give us the expectant faith of a child.
I love seeing a grandpa who isn’t afraid to get his belly dirty 😉
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