Looking for Jesus

The innocence of our two year old brought on a bit of irony today. Lately I have been having difficulty understanding a few happenings and I've been praying for God to reveal Himself in a particular area in my life. I haven't had much success in discerning His will from mine or even in figuring out what to do next. Then today... I spent most of my day searching for Jesus, literally.


Aaron has the Fisher Price Little People Nativity. He has always had a peculiar interest in the baby Jesus figurine...Today Baby Jesus went for a ride in Mama's truck to the grocery. I know he made it back inside because I put him in Aaron's tote and watched him carry it into the house. Not long after I finished unloading the groceries Aaron walks into the kitchen and asks, "Mama, where'd Baby Jesus go? Uh oh, Baby Jesus?"

You haven't known O.C.D. until you've experienced Aaron and his relentless perseverance and elephant memory. He would not let it go. We searched all of the normal hiding spots: the washer, inside Daddy's hiking boots at the back door, in the recycle bin, the cookie sheet cabinet, the toy basket, the diaper pail, Mama's bag, Adam's car seat, Adam's crib, the bath tub... etc... Every ten seconds Aaron would repeat, "Mama, where'd baby Jesus go?" He was so serious about it but it was difficult not to laugh at the situation and what made it worse was Aaron's inability to yet say "Jesus" correctly. He still gets hung up with the "sus."

Aaron kept asking, even as he was laying down to go to sleep tonight. Smiling, I told him we would look for Jesus again in the morning, then I kissed our little angel goodnight.