Perfectly Gross

There are times in parenting where as I love my children I get a small look at how God loves us. Last night was one of those nights. Ian had been up and sick for a few hours and just was back asleep in his crib finally. I laid my head down for the first time at about twelve thirty and it was not ten minutes later that I heard Finn sit up and start to gag. I jumped out of bed grabbed him out of his crib and ran to the bathroom sink where I sat him on the side with his feet dangling in the bowl and his arm on my shoulder bracing himself as his stomach began to work against him.

After he had stopped vomiting, he looked up at me with these scared and tired eyes. With vomit still on his little mouth, he leaned over for comfort from his mom. Being covered in my kids vomit is nothing new to me, but what happened next was. Finn looked up at me with his dirty little face and leaned in with his lips puckered up for a kiss. What was I to do? In my head I was thinking this was the grossest thing ever, but I was not about to deny him the comfort he craved at that moment. So yes, I did kiss that nasty little mouth, and after he burrowed in for a cuddle.

We must look so gross to God so often, but when we come to him in prayer for comfort He never denies us. Tonight Finn was beautifully gross and I didn't love him any less.