Normally I Don't Post Nudes

But today I'm making an exception.

Noah was playing a particularly long time in the bathtub a couple days ago. He kept playing that game that he likes. I call it "You're a Sucker, Mama!". In this game he repeatedly tells me that he wants "out" but when I approach him, towel in hand, to lift him out of the tub, he suddenly does an about face and says "NO!" I think this game brings him much delight; it brings me much annoyance.

This time the game lasted too long.


His evident concern began the second he noticed his hands. He lifted them to me and in a very anxious voice asked, "Mom?". (He's very wordy.) He had a serious condition known as "raisin hands". I could have told him, "Ha! That's what you get for playing your 'Mama's a Sucker' game." but I didn't. I let him know that his hands were okay and relieved his mind of worry. Soon he was laughing at his hands and feet and their metamorphosis.

As I was thinking about Noah's worries later, I considered that a lot of times I've probably found myself in the same situation. Not with raisin hands but in life's struggles. What looks disastrous in the moment, passes. Some of those moments seem to last a stinking long time but I know it will come to pass and I will have learned and grown from the experience. In the mean time, I have the promises of my Papa God that He will always be with me, strengthen me, guide me, and comfort me.