lessons from a two year old.

Saturday morning was going to be a busy morning as I planned it out in my head friday night. I was taking the kids to my Aunt and Uncle's house via a route I'd never been before and then heading to a baby shower (which I was helping out with). After the baby shower I'd have to go back and get the kids and then take them back to our place for naps. Tyler was out of town and so I was trying to be responsible and well thought out in my plan of action. You can probably guess where this is going. We were doing pretty good Saturday morning and we were out the door all before 9am, dressed, fed and packed for a day of fun with the Zaepfels. However, after about a forty five minute trip and a sign that read "Welcome to Cornelius" I knew something wasn't right. I was lost and getting later by the minute. I didn't think I was voicing my frustration to my two year old and seven month old in the back seat, but I know they picked up on my anxiety. Maggie was mumbling something in the back seat and I was ignoring it while I called for directions and got turned around and going the actual way. When I finally felt like we were back on track and headed in the right direction I listened to what my daughter had been "mumbling." I looked in my rear view mirror and Maggie had her eyes tightly squeezed shut and was repeating "Dear Pah-doh Hep Mommy." It actually took me a second to realize that my sweet little girl was praying for me in my anxious state saying "Dear Father Help Mommy." My heart was pretty convicted at that point that in my own frustration I didn't even think to cry out to my Father for help, but my two year old had my back and was fervently praying for us to find our way without even being prodded. I don't really know how much Maggie actually understood of what she was doing, but the fact that she knew that we pray in times of need is pretty astounding to me. I don't think I even get that lesson at 28 sometimes.

"Out of the mouth of babes and nursing infants You have ordained strength..." -Psalm 8:2

The Lord uses the weak to silence the strong or those of us who think we are strong and can do it all by ourselves. I thought I could handle my busy Saturday without the help of my Father, but the Lord used my little one to show me that He is Jehovah Jireh and He provides a way for me not anything I do in my own strength.