Kids are amazing. While I was running this morning I was thinking about what my 18 month-old daughter did last Sunday when I was at an early morning meeting. I again realized what an impressive feat it was.
When I got home from the meeting Laura told me that Mariah had waited on the couch for me for over half an hour. She just sat there, watching out the window, waiting for me to come home. She probably thought I was running – which is usually the case when I am gone before she wakes up – and fully expected to see me running down the street towards the house. Occasionally she would ask Laura to tuck the blanket in around her, but she was content to wait for my return. She almost made it too.
As I thought about it I wondered how often I don’t do as well at waiting for others (my children for example) as my daughter did at waiting for me. How often do I fail to display the kind of faith that she displayed that everything would be as she wanted it to be if only she gave it the necessary time.