Posted on the little boys' bedroom door yesterday afternoon:
Would you take a peek if you passed this sign?
|Gabe, most comfortable|
in a shirt and tie...
We have two little boys, ages six and eight. Gabe, the bigger brother, is an early bird, neat as a pin, very anxious that things are orderly and under control. William, the baby of the family, would sleep 'til noon if we let him, is a complete slob and is the mastermind of most of the disorder, chaos, and silliness in our house. Of course, these two opposites share a room together -- which is good and bad. As you would guess, William drives Gabe crazy with his mess; Gabe drives William crazy with his persnicketiness. But, the two together, if you can stand the constant verbal "adjustments" going on all the time, actually manage to keep things right about level. William lightens up Gabe's structure; Gabe tones down Williams exuberance. Their room fluctuates between bedlam and Good Housekeeping, but usually ends up tolerable. It's all good. And how God intended, I have no doubt.
|William, most comfortable|
But, do you see the perfect poetry in God's plan? It tickles my heart to see it in action. Given proper encouragement and understanding of their roles toward one another, everyone thrives with the influence of every other sibling. Though it's not always easy to remember that's what's going on... The children know God gave each to other(s) as a gift -- and sometimes a challenge. Sometimes it's a real pain in the small picture... but in the big picture, it is a very good thing.
So, would you have opened the door?
Were you wondering if I peeked?
You bet I did!
And this is how it looked: