Something amazing happened yesterday.

Sometime after eating her PB and J sandwich, my three year old daughter asks me for a tissue.

“What are you going to do with it, baby?”

She doesn’t answer, but heads off to where the paper towel is and gets one for herself.  I watched in amazement as she walks to her sandwich droppings and picks them up with the paper towel.  I commended her for a job well done and held out my hand so she could hand the paper towel to me.  But she walks straight to the trash and throws the paper towel herself.  Bravo!

What’s even more amazing is that I never, ever, taught her how to do this.

But she has seen me do it a million times.

You’ve heard it before:  Children don’t always do what you say, but they will always do what you do. (Something to that effect).

Wow.  It just happened right before my eyes. And the implications are making my head spin.

I ought to BE and DO what I hope my daughter to BE and DO.

So help me, God.

I am excited.

A clean sheet of paper.

A fresh start.

So many things to share, and I can’t wait to begin.

But when I think of all that I want to write and all that I hope for this blog to be…

I am doubtful.

This rubbish, who would read?

What difference who would it make?

This offering, who would take?

Then I am reminded…

God knows what to do with our offerings.

So I leave this at His feet.

And write.