Sorry I’m late, I’ve been a grandpa for the last two days. On Wednesday, Carla and Emily and I went over to Amy and Alex’s home to give them a break. We did the midnight and 3am and 6am feedings and then I headed to work. The girls finished out the morning and went home around noon. We intended to spend the night at home last night but God had other plans. A major thunderstorm rolled into Monticello around 7pm and when it rolled in our power rolled out. Guess who didn’t lose their electricity? So, back to Alex and Amy’s house we went. I’ve been on the late night shift for the last two nights and I’ve learned a couple of things.

Babies don’t care what time it is when they are hungry. They don’t care how tired you are when they are wet. They are not concerned about whether or not they are taking up your valuable sleep time. They just want what they want. Lilah and Bliss are only a few weeks old. They are babies and that is what babies do.

“Brothers, I could not address you as spiritual but as worldly – mere infants in Christ. I gave you milk, not solid food, for you were not ready for it. Indeed, you are still not ready. You are still worldly.”
(ICor. 3.1-3b)

Am I careful about the way I use time? Do I consider the pain and fatigue and work load that other’s bare? Am I considerate of the circumstances and needs of other’s? Who or what occupies the majority of my thoughts?

Lilah and Bliss are precious little girls. They are babies. They are only a few weeks old. I am not a precious little baby, spiritually speaking. I am well up in years in my faith. If I still act like an infant then there is a problem in my growth process. Is there a problem in yours?