Marbles & Mommy Time | Marvelous Mundane

“No! Those are MY marbles!”

Our early morning mommy & me playtime was turning into a game of “hog the marbles”. These two little boys of mine love each other dearly- and bug each other fiercely. I know I had my share of these moments with my little sister (although the times I remember tend to revolve around who got the biggest piece of cake. Priorities).

It’s not like we don’t have enough marbles to go around; we have enough marbles to share with an army of children. And the squawking child wasn’t even running low on marbles.

“Do you think more marbles are going to make you happier?” I ask the deeply offended, marble stock-piling child

“YES!” he nods without any hesitation.

“Do you think having a bigger house and even more books would make mommy happier?”

He nods, a little slower this time.

“Do you think having lots more stuff will make us happy FOREVER?”

He starts to nod, but I can see his mind wondering where this conversation is going.

“Toys and fun things make us happy for a little while. But they can’t make us happy forever and ever. Only Jesus can do that. His love is better than any toys or books. In fact, if the only thing we had was a dirt cave to live in, Jesus’ love would still make us happy forever.”

It’s a short conversation. And this momma who loves sharing the whole picture with every bite has to sometimes slow down. I know all the theology I missed in this conversation. I know it was barely a first step in explaining the sufficiency of Jesus life and work. But each day is full of these little moments that connect to build the big picture. And this childhood I get with him offers endless opportunities to point him- and myself- back to Jesus.

Because I know how often I believe it, too. More stuff, more money, more time, more this, more that. I start to believe that happiness is connected to things. When really, true contentment and satisfaction is connected to a person: the perfect living, finished work, and shared life of Jesus.

I need this reminder every day just as much as these little boys arguing over marbles.

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