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“And don’t forgot a note!” She sang at me while I packed her lunchbox this morning. “A note for my lunchbox!”
I had tucked a note into her lunchbox on her first day of school last week. And I wrote a note for her second day too. And third. And fourth. And fifth. And sixth. And now the seventh. Every day of her school career has featured a note from her mum. She knows no school day without a note. For her, it’s the norm. She expects notes from me.
Guess what I decided today? I will be writing daily notes for my sweet daughter. Perhaps for the next 13 years. (Also, I have a new love and appreciation for the magnet-backed flower notepad on the side of our fridge. And I’m on the hunt for more cool little notes. HELLO Peppa Pig Sticky Notes! My sweet child is going to totally flip out.)
As I folded today’s note into her pink princess sandwich box and thought about her beautiful expectation, I saw a challenge to my Faith. An inspiration for my relationship with Yahweh.
My daughter wants a note every day. And I want to write her one. Simple.
What if my Faith was like this? Expecting to hear the Holy Spirit everyday. Looking for His love notes. Expecting them every day without fail. Asking Him to speak being sure that I’d hear. Even having the boldness to remind Him that I’m expecting daily proverbial lunchbox notes. Simple. Oh to have Faith like a child! (Mark 10:15)
These daily lunchbox notes will be a daily reminder to pray for a heart like hers. I love this new tradition.
For his Holy Spirit speaks to us deep in our hearts and tells us that we are God’s children. (Romans 8:16 NLT)