Like Jackson did at her age, Zoe is learning the principle of the filibuster. If you’re not familiar with this governmental maneuver, it is used in the Senate and House of Representatives to maintain control of the floor of the debate simply by refusing to quit talking. At 2 years old, Jackson would talk very, very slowly…almost stopp….ing, and when we would interject a comment (or heaven forbid change the subject) he would quickly insist “I was still talking!”.
Rather than drag the debate out on the back side, Zoe is mastering the slow lead in. She will do whatever it takes to capture my attention, whether she needs it or not….just in case. Especially in the evening, as bed time approaches, I will hear her start. “Uhhhhhhh……Papa?”
Insert random question here, wait 3 seconds.
As bed time gets nearer, the Uhhhhh…..Papa?” cycle grows shorter and shorter. By the time I carry her little frame up the hardwood stairs to the room she shares with her sisters, I can count on a machine gun affect. “Uhhhh….Papa?” comes about every four steps.
If you haven’t guessed, I love it. I take great joy in Zoe asking me for anything. Information. Opinion. Provision. Predicate the request with an “Uhhhh….Papa?” and I’m 90% of the way to a yes.
I just started (re)reading E.W. Kenyon’s In His Presence. I cycle through it about every two years and find it challenging and inspiring each time. His writing style is unique – even strange – with most paragraphs being one sentence long. It’s almost more of a bullet list than a narrative. I stop about every fifth sentence/paragraph having taken a bullet point to the heart.
His first chapter so spoke to me this morning about the parent/child nature of our walk with God. He writes of the God-hunger in the heart of humanity being fully matched by the Child-hunger in the heart of God. For a minute there, I found myself longing for some sort of way to respond to that….to the idea that as much as I want Him, He wants me. I found a glimpse of the confidence before Him that I hope Zoe has before me all the days of her life.
I uttered the equivalent of an “Uhhhhh….Papa?”, knowing that my words were being heard in a way I had never before imagine.
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