I am a Child of God

Yesterday morning, Paige was getting a little tired of the whole "getting ready for church" routine.  Being the fouth child sometimes means you are the last one to get dressed and sometimes that can make you a little cranky.  So after working with the other kids, it was finally sweet baby Paige's turn to get ready.  I had started changing her diaper while talking to her and cooing at her and she began grinning her ear-to-ear grins.  And since it was Sunday, I began singing the words to "I am a Child of God."  For some reason, she didn't seem to mind the singing:

 "I am a child of God, 

And He has sent me here.

Has given me an earthly home 

With parents kind and dear."

And since she was kicking her little legs and still smiling her cute little smile and there was still dressing to be done, I went on to the second verse.

"I am a child of God,

And so my needs are great

Help me to understand His words

Before it grows too late."

And somehow, as I was singing those words to her, I realized that it wasn't my song to her, but her song to me.  She was more than just this cute, tiny baby who needed to be dressed for church.  She was a sweet little spirit, entrusted to my care who needed to be loved, cared for and taught.  Sometimes, in the midst of busy life and dealing with kids who like to pour out bottles of shampoo, play in super glue and flush unflushable things down the toilet, I forget who they really are.  And I'm thankful for a loving Heavenly Father who will reach out to me in the midst of a hectic Sunday morning, and remind me.