When writer’s block and wedding plans rear their ugly heads, you go to friends for inspiration. And then you shamelessly copy/paste their stories into a blog post (with full permission, of course).
I’ve known Carla since we were (un)cool homeschoolers in our early pre-teens. Our friendship solidified over a shared armpit joke and later a disturbing crawfish dissection. We live hours away from each other now, but thank goodness for Messenger where we can discuss deep matters of the heart and share the most laugh-worthy Babylon Bee articles.
She married while we were in our twenties and is now a mother of two. Her youngest – just a toddler – recently provided her with a rather unique metaphor of God’s love. (To protect his identity I will change his name to “Lucas” – definitely not to satisfy some geeky urge or anything…)
“So, I have been struggling lately with being an ugly human being: ugly feelings including self-pity and jealousy and laziness. I mean, vanity and gluttony could at least be kinda sexy, but those I am struggling with are just…ew. Anyway, I am in the shower the other morning asking God about these icky feelings and what to do with them. All of a sudden I remember an interaction I had with Lucas maybe a month ago:
First thing to know is Lucas has begun imagination games. Over the summer he did bring me several flowers he found special just for me, and now I am getting used to him bringing me some invisible treasure pinched in between his chubby little fingers, too. Well, the other day he walks up to me with his fingers pinched and a huge smile and hands me… a booger. A pretty good sized, green, sticky booger. Then he giggles and trots away, his body language saying ‘I had no idea what to do with that gross thing that came out of my nose–so glad I gave it to my mom to take care of!’ I have to admit–it was so random and pure that the love just washed over me towards that curly haired boy and I felt like I had leveled up in this whole ‘Mom’ thing. Also, I felt like I needed to wash my hands.
So, I felt like God was telling me that just like I really did love to take Lucas’s boogers when he gave them to me, so too does God love taking my proverbial boogers. And while He will certainly do the spiritual equivalent of suck them out or wipe them under duress, He loves it even more when I say to Him ‘Here, God. This completely gross, sticky thing just came out of me and I have no idea what to do with it.'”
I’m not a parent myself, so I marvel at this motherly joy born of receiving snot as a gift. And I marvel even more that the God of all things – in His creation of humankind – put a reflection of his character into mothers who love the innocent and trusting actions of their children.
“As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you.” (Isaiah 66:13)
This Valentine’s Day you may be planning to give out nice cards, candy, chocolate, or thoughtful trinkets to loved ones. So how about you give God your boogers? It might just be the best gift of all.