Back To The Lego Table

     I got to listen to the sounds of life in the middle of God's beautiful creation, birds chirping a million different songs, insects buzzing with energy, and the earth starting to come to life. I cannot get over how much I miss just the sounds of home, let alone the comforts of the people that go with it. I am so thankful for the reminder that my God is still the God that created the universe, causes the sun to rise, the moon to shine, and life on earth to blossom in order to praise His name. What an honor to serve a God that can bring such peace to our troubled hearts, a calm in the middle of the storms, and hope to light up the darkness with the beauty His creation holds.
      And even when I'm away from the luxuries of home, I still find His hand at work, which is such a comfort. My thoughts kept going back to my mornings at the daycare, so I decided to share how my mind wanders (Hang in there with me, I believe I have a point at the end). After the kids eat breakfast, they wash their hands and play at the Lego table. It seems like hundreds of blocks of all different colors and sizes end up everywhere in a four foot radius around the table. It never fails that two or more of the children will be off at the train table with a Lego version of a train, tower, doghouse, or airplane. Then we have the fearless two year olds, who know no boundaries, and have decided that the xylophones, maracas, work benches, or cars are much more intriguing than Legos. Don't forget about the kids who have made up their minds to terrorize everyone else while they are playing. They never fail to deliver the daily tearful screams as someone steals the hundredth block, or knocks over the priceless mansion, or punches/bites someone for the toy in their hands that sends them to time-out every time! With each child, no matter where they have run off to or been sent, we always direct them back to the Lego Table, with hopes and prayers that they will get it right this time.
      This illustration is a close representation of the life we all live, and how God graciously works with us every step of the way. He feeds us with His Word, energizes us to start our journey. He refines our spirits, mends what has been broken, and washes us white as snow to prepare us for what lies ahead. We enter into a world that is not our home, but in it we interact with others like us, those who are different, some who are unpleasant, some who we grow to love, and others who we won't ever see eye to eye with. We get so caught up in our possessions or the people we're involved with, that at some points we get carried away and find ourselves far off from where we started. Or we lose sight of the original plan and find ourselves meddling in activities that are nowhere near what we were set out to do. And at times we find ourselves dealing with those who make it a point to make this journey even more difficult by stealing our joy, destroying what matters most to us, and damaging us to core of our beings. No matter where we find ourselves, God meets us in that moment to draw us to where He originally sent us. He calls us to remain in Him while we are a part of this world. He has an endless supply of tools and resources to help us get through every situation, always able to replenish our spirits when ours have run dry. He continues to send us out, even after we have stumbled, for He can and will use us to bring about His glory.
      I know it may seem a little odd to compare a such a seemingly meaningless toy to how the God of the universe works with us. However, if you were to see the look of excitement on each of those faces as they approach that table, and how upset they get when they are not allowed to play for a period of time, you may be able to get a glimpse of just how important a role God plays in our lives. Oh how I praise God for toddlers and what He can teach us through a child's point of view.