Dear John,

I’m officially admitting it.  I’m in a funk. I’ve been reminding myself it happens to anyone who writes; so much so that they’ve even made movies about it. But that train of thought reminds me of The Shining and heaven forbid I follow Jack’s example and allow my writer’s block to murder some ski lodge resident’s with my ever handy axe. So I’m forcing myself to post.

My time at home as been wonderfully awkward.  Being with my mom and sister and the rest of the clan has been a delight, and I’ve already laughed so much my sides hurt just thinking about it.  However, if I’m being honest it was a little bit of a shock to re-enter reality after my whirlwind summer on cloud 9.  At this point I’m anxiously awaiting next Saturday when I can run into the arms of my beautiful Samford friends.  Shout out to Abby Boone, I can’t wait to tackle you rooms!

But during this 3-week stretch between a perfect summer and a fresh school year I’ve been filling many of my days with a brand new man.  Dark hair, infectious laugh, he’s exactly what I’m looking to fill my time with right now.  None of my friends have met him really, but he is the biggest cuddler I’ve ever met which suits my fancy just fine.  His name is John, and he’s such a doll.

You all know me better than to think I’d blog about a girly love interest.  John’s a 3-year old I’ve been babysitting during the day and he is perhaps one of the biggest tools God’s ever used to draw me closer to Him.

I could ramble about how sweet and funny this little boy is for pages.  Just last night I spent 10 minutes of a phone conversation gushing over him to a friend.  No need to stop reading though, I won’t do that here.  At least not today. 

My awkward time at home I’ve realized how much more intentional I need to be in turning to Christ for everything.  But yesterday John taught me such a lesson in the simplest of actions.  He’d gone down for a nap and about 4 minutes later I heard his little voice calling out ‘Mum mum mum!’ He’d startled at something and woken up, immediately calling out for his momma.  No one had to teach him, it’s just his instinctual reaction to turn to her for help, love, guidance, etc. As a human I try and find those things in the world, when the truth is only Jesus Christ can provide them.  John’s sweet voice was such a reminder that I need to change my instinctual reaction and cry out Abba Father every chance I get.