I catch myself coming to this quiet time thinking, "Okay, God, what are You going to give me?" like a young child asking for a toy when his parents take him to the store to get food.

It makes me think of a recent sermon at church about worship. It's not about me, and "the feels". It's about Him, and remembering everything He has done and being grateful for His love. I am so blessed, yet it's so easy to be greedy and demand more, forgetting everything He's already done.

My Skillshare class is so close to being done. I've poured so many hours into film editing, something I've never done but finally am figuring out after trying 3 different programs. Nate and Dillon gently let me know I needed to put the computer away and spend some time with my family.

I put away my laptop and went outside. It was the perfect temperature, and rare for us, barely a breeze.

After Nate made me a typical of Nate, perfectly roasted s'more, Dillon and I drew on the water cistern covers with charcoal. The horses were loving on Dillon after they were watered. Even Foxy, the skittish mare, was feeling friendly.

The evening turned darker as heavy cumulus clouds rolled in...rain was coming. Dillon was fading fast and asked me to hold him. He's getting much too big for this but I picked him up anyway (trying not to think that this might be the last time I pick him up and hold him like this) and he wrapped his arms and legs around me. I spotted the first star and after reciting, "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight..." I told Dillon to make a wish.

He looked up and sleepily said, "I wish I could sleep with the horses, and the cows, and God."

So instead of coming to my quiet time with God asking for a toy, I'm coming with the faith and thankfulness of my sweet boy.

Faith Like a Child