The other day I was driving my kids somewhere and saw a license plate I thought they would like. “Hey guys. Can you see what that license plate says?” Some muttering and guessing from the back seat. Then Nathan rang out – “Simba lover”!
I continued, pointing out the frame – “I’m wild about lions!” and waxing eloquent (according to me) for a few minutes about how that person apparently liked lions and the Lion King movie, blah blah, blah. The kids grunted, feigning interest, until I concluded my talk.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Anne mused.
“Cartoon lions. That’s sort of an odd thing to love.”
I love some pretty odd things, too. Don’t you? TV Shows? Notre Dame Football? Spaghetti? I get pretty excited about those things. I look forward to enjoying them. I carve out time so there aren’t distractions. I get emotionally involved in how they turn out. I reminisce and remember and relive the highlights. But at the end of the day, those are sort of odd things to love.
David has the right idea. “Oh how I love your law! It is my meditation all the day.” Psalm 119:97 (ESV)
How often do you look forward to spending time with God’s Law? Are you as disciplined at carving out time to read The Word as you are at setting up the DVR? Do you get as emotionally involved in God’s story as you do the trials and travails of your team’s season? Or your show’s storyline? Or the lives of the (pretend) people on TV?
And maybe a better question – What can we do to stop loving odd things and start loving the only thing that matters?
When I was in grade school, we would have a spelling “pre-test” every Wednesday. If you got a 100% on the pre-test, you didn’t have to take the actual test on Friday. (Instead, you got to read a book, or something dumb like that.) I ALWAYS had to take the test on Friday – I was a “Friday Speller”. Let me say that another way. In all my years of elementary school (only 6 for your smart alecks) I NEVER got all the words right on Wednesday. I seriously don’t remember one time.
Today, I saw my daughter’s bookmark laying on the table, and my heart swelled with pride. I love this girl!
Maybe she shouldn’t be done with “scool” just yet. Or maybe she, like her father before her, is destined to always be a Friday speller. Any other Friday spellers out there? Can I get a “Whoo!hoo!”?
8 years ago today my life changed forever. I became the daddy of a girl. I had no idea how many things came in pink and purple, how many dolls this world had to offer (and that all those dolls needed names other than “Baby”), how many times one person can say “I love you”, or how much fun makeup can be even for a 3 year old.
Anne has always… ALWAYS loved to dance. She rolled over at 5 days old and we thought it was a fluke. We were wrong. She hasn’t missed a day since to roll, twirl, spin, leap, and occasionally flop (but always with style) across our living room sprinkling joy and laughter and beauty all along the way. And this is one girl who loves beauty! We are constantly trying to help her understand the right kind of beauty (my wife tells the story best), but you just can’t take the beauty out of the girl.
Anne, you are beautiful, both on the inside and out. Your daddy is proud of you and will always… ALWAYS love you! Happy birthday, sweetheart.