Today started a little after 6 this morning with Ezra being crazy excited about playing with the glow in the dark chalk that he spent his birthday money on. And, considering its meant for darkness, we had to wait all day…but his excitement never faded.  And as the sun started to go down, his elation built and built until finally it was dark enough to start drawing on the driveway.  He was a mess.  Jumping all over, squealing and wearing a smile ear to ear.

There is something about watching your kid find joy in the simplest and most absurd things that just brings everything into perspective.

Because today, for me personally, was one of those days that didn’t have many “glow in the dark” moments.  I had both good conversations and hard conversations today, but a flood of emotions held sway over me.  It was a day I just felt voted off the island…a day I felt like damaged goods…it was a day that made me wish I was stronger than I actually am.

And suddenly, watching my son dance in the dark over glow in the dark spaceships on our driveway, I found myself in a teachable moment.   Maybe my insecurities don’t matter so much…maybe my worries are entirely pointless…maybe I don’t have to be so strong.  Because in my weakness, my God is proved strong.  He’s bigger.  He’s faithful.  He’s still here.

He hasn’t given up on me…and maybe I should live more like that.