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Life is not the amount of breaths you take...
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Life is not the amount of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breath away.
Not sure who originally said this. Some say George Carlin (comedian). Others credit Hilary Cooper (painter). Usually, it shows up as “author unknown.” I was first introduced to it through the movie “Hitch.”
There are moments that happen in my life that make more and more aware of how great God is and how good God is. Nothing more so than the birth of a child – especially the birth of my children.
Miracle! A few days ago our little girl was born. It is amazing to be present when a child makes his/her first appearance into the world. It is a gross and beautiful mess. Our long and anticipating wait is finally concluded with the beautiful cry of a little baby. She is beautiful!
I see her as a physically beautiful baby even with her crooked nose and spotty skin and monkey fingers and toes. But the real beauty that is seen is the innocence, the frailty, the likeness I see in her of Cassie – of myself – of Cooper. The beauty is that she is mine. Mine to love, to protect, to teach, to enjoy and share life with. She is my beauty. God’s beautiful creation put in my care to understand Him more and to make Him know more.
God is great. He created Marley Kate and Cooper Wesley.
God is good. He has shared them with Cassie and myself.
It does not matter how long I get to live on this Earth. It only matters how many times God takes my breath away with His creations which allow me to know Him more and to fall more and more in love with Him. This moment is one of the best types. He shows me how to love Him more by allowing me to love more.
Not sure who originally said this. Some say George Carlin (comedian). Others credit Hilary Cooper (painter). Usually, it shows up as “author unknown.” I was first introduced to it through the movie “Hitch.”
There are moments that happen in my life that make more and more aware of how great God is and how good God is. Nothing more so than the birth of a child – especially the birth of my children.
Miracle! A few days ago our little girl was born. It is amazing to be present when a child makes his/her first appearance into the world. It is a gross and beautiful mess. Our long and anticipating wait is finally concluded with the beautiful cry of a little baby. She is beautiful!
I see her as a physically beautiful baby even with her crooked nose and spotty skin and monkey fingers and toes. But the real beauty that is seen is the innocence, the frailty, the likeness I see in her of Cassie – of myself – of Cooper. The beauty is that she is mine. Mine to love, to protect, to teach, to enjoy and share life with. She is my beauty. God’s beautiful creation put in my care to understand Him more and to make Him know more.
God is great. He created Marley Kate and Cooper Wesley.
God is good. He has shared them with Cassie and myself.
It does not matter how long I get to live on this Earth. It only matters how many times God takes my breath away with His creations which allow me to know Him more and to fall more and more in love with Him. This moment is one of the best types. He shows me how to love Him more by allowing me to love more.
Dinosaurs and Prayers
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I came home the other day and Cooper had drawn a dinosaur on his chalkboard. Now, I not one of those parents that thinks his kid is extraordinarily gifted. Matter of fact, one look at this picture and it is obvious that Cooper is no Rembrandt. Although, this dinosaur could be considered abstract, Cooper is no Pablo Picasso. But, this dinosaur was amazing – to me. While others may look at it and think, “I know 2 year olds that can do better than that (Cooper is 3).” To me, I get it. I love it. 
Why? Because it is my kid and he drew it for me. I don’t care about how well he used his colors or if the he was able to make the picture perfect. It did not matter to me about the line or form or shape. I did not even think, “It’s ok but analysis of your composition shows that the viewers eye is repeatedly led out of the picture. You should really make better use of shapes, both positive and negative, to lead the viewers eyes into and around the picture.” What a jerk of a dad I would be if that was my response when this little version of me showed me his work. He tried. He gave it all he could and he did it to connect with me. It was beautiful.
I believe it is Richard Foster who compares a child’s drawing to our prayers. God is not concerned about our structure or how eloquently we turn a phrase in our prayers. He is most concern with why we pray what we pray. If we try, give it all we have, and attempt to connect with Him, then to God our prayers are beautiful. Too often we can feel that our prayers are inadequate and lack power. It is often said that the power of prayer is not in the words prayed but in the One who is prayed to. Just remember, as you pray, to God, it is a beautiful thing that He treasures like a father treasures his son's drawing.
Why? Because it is my kid and he drew it for me. I don’t care about how well he used his colors or if the he was able to make the picture perfect. It did not matter to me about the line or form or shape. I did not even think, “It’s ok but analysis of your composition shows that the viewers eye is repeatedly led out of the picture. You should really make better use of shapes, both positive and negative, to lead the viewers eyes into and around the picture.” What a jerk of a dad I would be if that was my response when this little version of me showed me his work. He tried. He gave it all he could and he did it to connect with me. It was beautiful. I believe it is Richard Foster who compares a child’s drawing to our prayers. God is not concerned about our structure or how eloquently we turn a phrase in our prayers. He is most concern with why we pray what we pray. If we try, give it all we have, and attempt to connect with Him, then to God our prayers are beautiful. Too often we can feel that our prayers are inadequate and lack power. It is often said that the power of prayer is not in the words prayed but in the One who is prayed to. Just remember, as you pray, to God, it is a beautiful thing that He treasures like a father treasures his son's drawing.