The Milk Jugs Memorial (Gabrielle)
Our milk jugs of the week are dented. Every time I get one out to pour some milk I laugh because they are both in sorry shape. I managed to bang one into something resembling its normal shape, but until we finished the other one I laughed every time I saw it. But I was also encouraged every time I saw it because I know how they got dented. One was dropped by Arianna when she tripped as she was carrying it inside. The other was dropped repeatedly by Samuel as he carried it inside. The milk jugs were dented because the children are being taught how to work hard. Samuel dropped his because it was heavy for him. But he made it all the way inside and into the kitchen. Arianna dropped hers because she tripped going up the stairs. But she picked it up again and carried it the rest of the way. I am a little sad that we finished one of the gallons of milk and the other will soon be a memory. They were reminders of the good things the children have learned so far and they gave me encouragement that even when I get frustrated with the children God is working in them and building them up into Godly disciples. They made me very proud of the children every time I saw them. My goodness, that is quite a lot to get out of two gallons of milk.
It is so nice to see God’s work in the everyday fabric of our lives. I had quite a sweet, joyful moment folding laundry this morning, thinking of God’s blessings of color, texture, clothing, growing children, etc.. I have (to my admittedly spotty memory) not had a similar experience over milk jugs. Obviously your milk jugs are made of sterner stuff, as helpers in our house only tend to make rivers of milk down the driveway…