So, I couldn't walk, much less stand, sit, or even rest, the rest of the day without crying. Mark was staying at work late to help with a recruiting visit, so it was tough.
Makenna and I took turns praying about my hip. Later that night, in so much pain, I cried that I just wanted Mark to come home and help try to pop it back into place or something. Makenna walked up to me and looked me straight in the face. She said, "You don't need Daddy. God can fix it all by himself."
Well, needless to say I was convicted. Isn't it funny how easily a child sees things? To her, God is as BIG as God is. She doesn't have to see Him through the smokey screen that years of making excuses for our lack of faith begins to blind those of us of more years. Her sight is more pure, less hindered, free from the rules of convention, religion, and tradition. To her, it is so simple. I just want to soak it up!
GYMNASTICS
We enrolled Makenna in a gymnastics/toddler tumbling class this week. She had so much fun. The gym here is owned by Olympians Bart Conner and Nadia Comaneci. This is just a fun, toddler class, though, with mostly boys. In these pictures, they were taking turns burying each other with blocks. Makenna was absolutely pelting the blocks at these kids. They were all laughing and loving it. When the teacher asked Makenna if she wanted her turn being buried in the blocks, she politely declined, with a look on her face like, "You must be crazy!"
