who likes to paint her fingernails...
and my inner Martha answered without even turning to look at her
wash the dishes and
fold the laundry that is on the bed
and when she disappeared for a while, and all was quiet
I didn't think much of it
because I thought that she had gone to paint her fingernails... yet again
Then moments later she came back and said,
"All finished, come see"
and although I didn't know what she was talking about
I followed her upstairs to find...
small piles of
freshly laundered clothes
neatly folded and
sitting nicely on the bed
"I folded the towels too, and put them in the hall closet.
Now after dinner, you can just sit down with me."
I marvel at how this nine-year old-child is already learning to balance her inner Mary/Martha
These hands belong to a girl
who likes to paint fingernails...
and help fold laundry
And my prayer is that God continuously...
and always holds
(...and see what else these hands have been up to!)