I have been watching my grand-daughter move all around the floor like a windup toy. In fact, her crawling not only is speedy, it is also very noisy. She almost laughs as she motors around the house. I am sure it is sheer joy!
One of the things that she is now getting “into” is the fringe of ANY article of clothing, rug, or other type of woven thing. She is enamored with the strings hanging off of whatever it may be. They catch in her fingers and she loves it!
Strings. Those hangy-downy things do seem to catch on things and you have to be careful because of them (in the case of my g-daughter it is all about in the mouth with the strings).
As I prepare for my sabbatical, I have discovered all the loose strings that I have and to make sure they don’t catch on anything. I have them everywhere. To be sure, they are a sign of my being too spread out. As I get ready to go, they remind me how I need to parry down my life to something more manageable and God honoring with my time.
One way to take care of the strings in my grand-daughter’s life is to cut the strings off of the things to which they are attached. That probably won’t make my wife happy. Or I can keep a vigilant eye upon my grand-daughter and insure she doesn’t get into the strings.
Maybe I should do the same.
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