was taking emerson for a walk on wednesday and i was soooooo stressed out about money. i was totally obsessing about budgets and savings and really getting myself into a panic.

emerson has had a hard time learning colors. so i noticed some flowers blooming and we stopped to look at them... mostly so i could do some color drills. "look honey... look at the pretty flowers. these are purple. those are yellow."

we walked on. about a block later emerson said, "mommy, god made those flowers."

i nearly fell over. months ago i used to read him this little book about god but i never thought he was interested. we haven't read it in so long.

here he was taking it all in all along.

somehow... emerson's childlike observation penetrated my panic and i thought... that's right... god did make those flowers. and he helped me to stop and be thankful and revel in beauty and life. and then i just had this overwhleming peace that my financial problems are not so complicated in the face of a god who can create flowers.

out of the mouths of babes... ?