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I'm Not Precious (lessons from my 2-year-old #1)

Grocery Shopping. It’s a must but it is also known as “Asking for toddler meltdowns”.  I am sure you are all too familiar with the scenario.  There I was already having had to take glass honey jars, packets of guacamole dip, and some odd looking meat from Lucy’s “helping” hands while trying to gather that weeks groceries. With my patience dwindling and Luke unfortunately waking up, we headed to check out. Cash registers are my worst nightmare. Its not the fact that they take my money, but the fact that they have candy, toys, gum and magazines with perfect looking people!
Luke starts crying. Lucy wants everything on the shelf, and I just want to be home already. We made it through the checkout process, with the help of sticker from the cashier, just didn’t make it out of the store.
As we were walking out an older gentleman kindly looked at Luke and said
“Hi, precious.”.
 Lucy being a little possessive of her baby brother, yells “NO! MY brother!”
The kind man then bent down, eye level with Lucy and said “ Hi, Precious!”
“I’M NOT PRECIOUS! I’M LUCY!
Followed by screaming and tears.

As a mom, I apologized to the man and then manhandled Lucy to the van. However, as a child of the Father, I wondered how often I act the same way.  All throughout scriptures the Father tells us that we are precious. We are His children; we are loved, accepted, and wanted. But for some reason, we forget, and we try to find our identity in things of this earth. How many times does God tell me he thinks I am a precious daughter and I yell back,  NO, I am Tama.
Tama is the person I try to become to impress others. I compare myself to magazines in the grocery. I find my identity so often in being a Mom, a wife, or as a good friend. I was reminded after hearing Chris Tomlin’s song, “Good Good Father” and Matthew West’s “ Hello my name is” that my name isn’t Tama and my identity is not found in what I do. My name is child of the one true King and I am Loved by God. That’s who I am!



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