Fist Full of Nothing

A few moments ago, I was feeding Koen, and we paused mid-bottle to burp as recommended. But in the time it took me to recline him, retrieve the bottle, and put it to his lips, he'd put his fist in his mouth and proceeded to suckle it. We've learned this to be a sign that he's still hungry, so I proceeded to work around the blockade.

"Let me through, little man," I said, hooking his wrist with my pinky. "I can't give you what you need if there's stuff in the way."

And God spoke.

In that instant I had the image of our Father God having to work around the sin in our lives to supply us with what we crave; a craving those sins cannot satisfy. Holiness isn't just for God's benefit, it's for ours.

I was going to write a book for Koen of all the things I wanted to teach him. I might, instead, write a book about all the things he's taught me.