Wisdom for Wednesday

Sometimes it seems like I wipe counters, pick up toys, and fold clothes a million bazillion times a day and, for some reason, my house can't stay clean: the laundry is never actually "done" and Jonas seems to always need a bath a.g.a.i.n. I often find myself saying the same thing to him 10 times in a row..."Put that down" or "No, the plant doesn't need any more water", etc. Sometimes it is exhausting. However, on a more positive note, I have also noticed that Jonas takes the greatest joy in doing certain things over and over again----it never gets old to fill a bucket with sand, color the entire picture with the red marker, read Richard Scarry's Favorite Storybook Ever, or make a stack of blocks and knock it down. Never. He loves it the first time as much as the last, and it boggles my mind sometimes: the joy he finds in repetition----that I often lack.
The monotony of motherhood can certainly seem unending, but so is the daily grace that God gives to sustain us.....UNENDING (and repetitive!). And, so, it was funny, as I have been thinking about this a lot lately, to come across this quote from G. K. Chesterton on a dear friend's blog (thanks, Jenny!)...(Jason is reading a book by Chesterton right now too:). I couldn't help but be incredibly blessed and encouraged by this man's wisdom, and, also, a little humbled.

"Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore. Heaven may encore the bird who laid an egg."
— G.K. Chesterton


It never gets old to fill a big green bucket with leaves, climb in it, sit in it, and tip out of it, and fill it again. NEVER. And why should it? Our little ones have so much to teach us. May I be reminded to find this joy in repetition and have that joy BE repetitive---again and again... "Day by day and with each passing moment..."