Jesus Loves Me

It's been one of those days...or maybe one of those weeks.

Not enough time, too much to do, not enough energy or patience.

This evening was bath night and hair washing night for our little man.  Overall, he likes the bath part.  The part where he gets to play in the tub with his bath toys - little plastic boats, old shampoo bottles, cups with holes in the bottom, rubber duckies - he enjoys.  The part where we have to get his head wet, he does not enjoy.  (Were I to have another child, I would take that child in the shower with me every chance I got so I could get his/her head and face wet, wet, wet.)

This evening was made more difficult by the fact that a couple of days ago, he tripped and fell...wearing shorts, running downhill.  He got a pretty good scrape on his left knee.  It has been covered by a band aid which needed to be changed. 

In addition to the crying that started while washing his hair (he really doesn't like water on his face) he also did not want me to change the band aid.  I would like to say that I had plenty of patience and we worked through the whole thing slowly.  In reality, we were running late, I have had a long week and my patience was just about nil. 

We were able to get the band aid off (I did not just rip it off in spite of the desire to do so) and with a little four year boy sitting on my knee sniffling from all the crying, he made a request.  "Sing Jesus Loves Me" he said.

"Jesus loves me this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to Him belong
They are weak, but He is strong.

Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
The Bible tells me so."

In His Grace...