hiding

mason's new game is to hide from us. except he hasn't quite figured out that just because he can't see us, doesn't mean we can't see him.

a couple of weeks ago, mason brought a balloon home. we tied it to his beltloop so he could play with it, but not have to attach it to an actual body part. he ran around laughing and playing and having a grand ol' time, but after a while, he seemed to forget it was there.

then he hid. mason moved the ottoman and flattened himself against the floor, thinking we couldn't see him. he was right. we couldn't see him, but the purple balloon floating above the ottoman was a dead give-away!

as i replayed the scene in my head before going to bed that night, i couldn't stop laughing. truly, it was one of the highlights of an already great day. but then it struck me. how many times do i do that to God? how often do i "forget" that he sees my thoughts, feelings, actions, and sins despite my attempts to cover them up or hide from Him. and just because i'm silent, doesn't mean there's not a big purple balloon floating above me pinpointing my exact location and state of being.

i know i'm not the only one... i mean, look back to adam and eve. how silly it seems that they were hiding from God after eating the forbidden fruit. but how often do we do the same thing?

i wasn't expecting mason to teach me a lesson that day, but i love how God uses everyday, wonderful moments to show Himself.

"for the LORD gives wisdom, and from his mouth comes knowledge and understanding." - proverbs 2:6