So Much To Say

My son has reached an age where the biggest and most frequent changes are occurring in his language. Just in the past 2 weeks alone he has moved away from his one word grunts and has begun stringing together multiple words into sentences. I feel like someone reached inside his tiny little head and flipped a switch and he is suddenly conversational. Just the other night as we were driving down the road I noticed a gorgeous full moon about the same time as my son but instead of pointing out the moon with a little fat finger and an enthusiastic "Mooooooo" as he usually does, my son blurted out, “Well look at the moon!” I nearly ran off the road in shock.

I’m inspired by him, I really am. I watch each and every day as he tries new words and new skills and is not at all crippled by the fear of failure or of being wrong. I honestly can’t remember the last time I REALLY tried something new much less something new in my quest for God and I find myself envious of his bravery. At what point did I reach this stagnant place in my life and in my faith? How did I become so complacent in my spiritual mediocrity?

O God, you are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you,
my body longs for you,
in a dry and weary land
where there is no water.

I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.

Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you.
Psalm 63:1-3

Your thoughts?