This week’s message is for all of you out there who are dealing with or have ever had to deal with the day-to-day activities, ramblings, utterances and escapades of a toddler. If you are one of the group that is now in the middle of those days, let me start by saying that I am praying for you. Let me add that anyone that might be reading this, please lift up a prayer towards Heaven for all of those who are currently trying to “bring up a child in the way they should go” and trying to raise toddler children.
Now, let me clarify that statement. My oldest daughter, now 31, is living proof of the old adage that goes something akin to paying for her raising. I can tell you firsthand that my now 31-year-old daughter was the cause of much prayer and consternation when she herself was a toddler. At the age of four she once announced that she was running away from home, and I did not catch up with her until she was two blocks away from home, standing at a major intersection trying to decide which way to go next.
So, it is with no hesitation at all that I can tell you that this child is definitely paying for her raising and paying dearly. That fact is daily demonstrated in the disaster area that is her living room. Proof can also be found in her kitchen, bedrooms and playroom. Her home is systematically being reduced to a canvas where every surface is open to various forms of art. Blue crayon on the walls, magic marker on various surfaces, pools of red and blue paint on the newly installed flooring, and assorted etchings and cave art on what were once pristine white walls.
