Your Love Is Better Than Ice Cream

I think the title of this post is actually the title to a Sarah McLachlan song on the soundtrack of the movie "Bed of Roses" (GREAT MOVIE!) but anyway...I just couldn't help but share this and there isn't enough room for it on a Facebook status.  After I just got done listening to John Piper's first sermon as pastor at Bethlehem Baptist, I wanted to fix myself a snack while Isaac was still sleeping.  Jenna was awake and was reading a book on the floor.  So, I snuck into the kitchen to fix myself some sliced peaches and ice cream.  Mmmm....when I was little I would watch my Grandma mix fruit with her ice cream or her cottage cheese and I thought, "YUCK! Just give me one or the other, but not both together."  Now that I have her chair in my house, it's like her essence is here or something.  :)  Anyways...so, I fixed myself some peaches and ice cream.  It wasn't long before the sound of putting my snack together brought two big, beautiful, hungry brown eyes around the corner.  I cannot resist that little girl's beautiful face.  While I was finishing scooping the ice cream into the bowl, I heard Isaac say, "Mommy, Isaac have ice cream?" and I'm like, "When did you wake up?"  Sincerely, I was trying to be quiet so I could have this snack to myself, but growing up I always remember the sound my Dad made when he scraped his ice cream out of his bowl with his spoon.  So...I guess I was loud.

So, I took a little more ice cream since I knew I would be sharing and then headed into the living room with my community spoon and bowl and sat down on the couch.  Isaac sat down and kept scooting closer and closer to me and Jenna kept getting closer and closer to me.  It was so cute.  Isaac said, "Please Mommy, have ice cream?" and I said, "Here you go Isaac and thank you for asking so nicely..." so then Jenna started..."Please, please....ice keem, ice keem" she said.  Isaac looked at her and said, "Say thank you Jenna...tell Mommy thank you..." and Jenna would say, "Tank ooo...." after each bite.  Then Isaac started saying and signing, "More ice cream Mommy, please..." and he would do the signs for "more" and "please" and "thank you" and then Jenna would plead after she'd watch Isaac take a bite, "Peeze" "Mo" "Tank Ooo..." and she would try the signs too.  After every bite they would just plead and plead..."Please, more Mommy...more Mommy...MORE!"

And then it hit me....when I sit down to read my Bible and do my quiet time, it's like having a "spiritual snack".  I am sitting down, curling up in the Lord's lap to get closer to Him.  I am about to partake of the Lord's Word, my Bread of Life.  Why can't my attitude be like that of a child?  Please Lord, MORE, give me MORE, I want MORE.  Sometimes I feel like that in a praise and worship session.  When it's a short one and it's over too soon before I really got to worship.  Sometimes I feel like a pleading child, "More Lord, I wanted to sing MORE."  On those occasions I long for heaven when we'll get to sing, sing, sing and NEVER get tired.  What joy shall fill my heart indeed!  This song just came to mind..."Lord, I want to know You more, deep within my heart I want to know You, Lord I want to know You, and I would give my final breath, just to know Your death and resurrection...'cause Lord I want to know You more...Lord I want to know You more..."

I am thankful for the children the Lord has given to me to teach me these beautiful lessons.