The Joy of Brooms

I went to pick Isaiah up from the babysitter's yesterday. I asked how he did and she said he had a great day, most of which consisted of carrying the broom around, going in and out of the playhouse, and pushing thier little table around the kitchen. This is par for the course for Isaiah: poles, in and out of anything, and pushing things (even the next door neighbor kid, Isaiah hasn't learned that pushing isn't a good way to show affection yet (mostly if he loves you he pushes and slaps you, we're working on it)).

What gets me is that he can spend entire days doing these things and have the greatest day ever. He is constantly (well almost) laughing, smiling, and being enthralled with life. He has so much joy. I think that might be part of the reason that Jesus said we couldn't enter the kingdom of heaven unless we were like little kids. He isn't constantly worrying about where he has to be next or what he has to get done. He is present in every moment of his life.

The Bible says that our lives are basically a fog that is there one minute and gone the next. I wonder how many moments of life we miss because we're preoccupied with what's coming next or all the stress we have. We don't notice what God is doing now, the wonderful things he's trying to show us, the hurting person he'd like us to be with, or the fact that he is present. If we were more like kids I think we'd have an easier time seeing all these things, because we'd be present. We'd take joy in the moment.