She has been an incredibly mild-mannered, calm, personable little 10-month old. She loves people, loves to be held, loves to eat, loves to play “climb on daddy.”
But…she is getting older, stronger, and more mobile and, therefore, more independent.
I was getting ready to change her diaper the other night and she refused to lay on her back and let me do it. I understand that this is typical; that, if she just lay there calmly all of the time, I should probably be worried. I’m not saying she kind of moved from side-to-side, I’m saying she was flopping like a fresh-caught salmon on the banks of an Alaskan river. She was NOT going to let me get her diaper on. She lived under the misconception that she was in charge–that she knew what was best.
How similar am I to Ava. In the loving care of Father, I flop around because I’m deceived into thinking that I am in charge–that I know what’s best. I live in the deception that independence is best, fighting dependency with everything that I am.
Assuming the posture of dependency…is it the fruit of disicpleship, the pre-requisite of discipleship, or both?
New thought :: I model for Ava the posture of dependence or independence.
Another thought :: I teach Ava how to listen to Father both by how I live and how I father.
It’s bizarre seeing myself in the shape of a flopping, naked, female infant I call Ava.
