Today my youngest cries out, "Mom, please tell me that you have not written your blog for today!"
"I haven't written my blog for today," I tell her. "Why?"
"Well, I found the thing you are supposed to write about!"
"You did?" I ask.
"Yes! Come with me! There's a little twig hanging from our balcony, and I just know it's a bird's nest."
I go out onto the balcony, and there I see all sorts of tiny bird nests tucked into the gutters, the light posts, and even in the railings. I hadn't noticed them before, but now, they were everywhere. The one by the neighbor's light post has two blue eggs in it.
"What should I write in the blog?" I ask her.
"Tell everybody this: I traveled a very long way to Colorado. I found a bird's nest, and now I have things to check on every morning like I did back in Pennsylvania."
I realize how important--how wonderful--it is for children to observe something growing. A vegetable garden, a bird's nest, their own bodies. . .
Adults take great delight in monitoring growth, but I think we forget the pleasure in it. Maybe that's why I love listening to a professor teach me the book of Romans and help me look back over my own spiritual growth. Maybe that's why I blog every single day. I'm monitoring my own ability to find the one good thing each day, no matter what.
Journal: What growing thing are you monitoring today?