She curls up next to me with a pile of picture books and half-whispers to herself:
“Take a deep breath, and read.”
Simple words, not intended as a command. Yet, from the lips of that babe, what my heart needed to hear was this call:
Take a breath, Mama. But don’t just breathe. Breathe deeply.
Slow down and dive into a luxurious tale with a toddler.
Enter into the wonder she experiences in narrative.
And then….leave some of those dishes in the sink and go read something that gets you out of your own head. Read something that challenges and inspires you.
Stop outputting for 5 minutes and recharge.
Fill the well!
Drink deeply of His Word.
You NEED it like you need air.
Why is it that my daughter wants the same story read to her again and again? She knows almost every line by heart.
Because, simply hearing the story once isn’t knowing it. And even “knowing” it by heart isn’t enough. She wants to experience it again and again. She wants to participate in the drama of the narrative, feel the anticipation climbing from page to page toward the end. There’s a kind of security in the repetition of it. A kind of strength in consistency that brings about calm and knowing. And, in the really good stories, the ending leaves her with both a sense of completion, yet wonder at what’s beyond those final pages.
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