So I will admit. I’ve had a tough time deciding to post anything after that last poem. I sincerely don’t want to fill the time and air with pointless babbling. I’ll save that for other places – like my journal, where it doesn’t take from your precious time if this blog happens to intrude into your world. Now if someone so chooses to read the random thoughts there, I cannot take the blame for such things. They can do so at their own risk. So here is me, stopping the babble. And now saying something interesting, maybe even important.
My son is such an amazing example to me of being Unashamed: he will dance if he wants to dance, sing, speak what he thinks, and tell people about Jesus if they don’t know about Him.
It is such an inspiration to me at times. Like today, he had been talking to a little girl on the play ground while we were watching Brasil against Chile (what a great game that was!) – and he comes running up to me with this statement:
Mom, I need a Bible quick, so I can tell this girl about Jesus. She doesn’t know who He is!
In that moment, I realized the beauty of his lack of self-awareness. How many times do I shy away from saying things to people because I’m worried what they will think of me? And what an example my little guy was of what we should be focused on! She doesn’t know who He is: that should also hold such emergency in our minds that it overcomes any self-consciousness we use as an excuse to keep it in.
Then he did something later on that night before we left.
He got up on the table and danced, face gleaming with a huge smile.
Zeke was enjoying life to the full, and he couldn’t contain it. The music, the cheering, and he followed suit and expressed his happiness in his individual way. Am I full of joy or happiness and do I let it show? Or again, DO I CARE more about what other people think?