There is Poop on My Finger…

“Momma, there is poop on my finger.”  Yes, that’s what he said.  My darling 2 year old stood behind me as I was in the middle of a conversation and told me there was poop on his finger.  Yep!  During last week’s snow storm in Virginia a young man came by and offered to shovel the snow.  Titus, unknown to me, stuck his finger in his pull-up and it emerged with poop.  Of course, being 2 years old, you don’t wait until your mother is finished talking to someone to make her aware of the poop.  Nope!  You interrupt her and proudly announce, “There is poop on my finger!”  I turned around and Titus stood behind me in a T-shirt and pull-up, (his outfit of choice) with his finger pointed towards me.  The young man laughed and told me he could come back.  “Titus!  What did you do (I’ve learned that mom’s ask ridiculous questions to their kids)?  He smiled and proudly announced again, “There’s poop on my finger!”  Needless to say, I cleaned him up and his finger is fresh again…for the moment.  He’s actually in his room right now, so he may have poop on his finger again; one can never tell.

Why am I grossing you out about poop?  Well, it dawned on me; the Bible says we should approach the throne with child-like faith.  Okay, so how many times do people tell you what the Bible says and they misquote or can’t tell you where the scripture comes from?  So, let me be more specific, Matthew 18:3 reads “And he said: ‘Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.’”  I probably shouldn’t type poop in the same sentence as a Bible verse but this is my reality for the moment.

Children have a way of coming to you and believing without doubt that you will help them.  Titus believed I would stop what I was doing to address his need.  If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have come to me.   I neglect time with dear friends because at times I discredit the value of leaning on others.  I figure my friends are too busy so I try to tackle things on my own instead of asking for a listening ear to vent, a shoulder to cry on or a good laugh or reasoning.  Even more crucial, I forego prayer time and try to handle things on my own instead of approaching God and asking for help.

The moral of the story: When you have poop on your finger, just say something!  It’s almost like we would rather walk around in our stinky mess than to ask God for help. Watch God lead you through difficult situations when you fully lean on Him and trust Him with childlike faith.  Watch God use the people in your life to walk through the dark times with you.  You’re never alone. Believe me when I say that, YOU’RE NEVER ALONE!

Just speak up and “get the poop off your finger!”

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