It's Monday. Sunlight floods our schoolroom. The curtains flutter with fresh air. But it's Monday. The past weekend feels miles behind and the one ahead is a whisper.
I pull my chair to Isaiah's side of the work table. He opens his math book and smiles.
"So Mom," he says. He crosses his arms. "What do you want to fill my head with today?"
Now I'm smiling too. In that moment, it's not so much what he said but the way he said it. Glasses perched on his nose. Cheeks sucked in. Eyebrows high and voice low. Isaiah is the youngest of five boys, and he's most often the one who reminds me to laugh.
I forget my Monday woes.
"Well, sir, how about math facts?" I ask.
Soon I'm flipping flash cards, and Isaiah is calling out numbers. We plunge into our workday and the workday is good.
But my son's question lingers.
I think about it when we press on to grammar. It's on my mind when we use an atlas to find the Adriatic Sea. The question seems to me, as the day moves along, a powerful question to take to the Lord.
Lord, what would You like to fill my head with today? Bring Your Word to my mind and help me apply truth to emotion and circumstance...
Lord, what would You like to fill my heart with today? Flood my soul with the peace and hope that only flow from Your love. No room for worry. No place for fear...
Lord, what would You like to fill my spirit with today? May Your Holy Spirit be powerful in me. Refine me. Mold me. Let those who share my path be blessed by the sweet fruit of grace...
Surely such questions, from a heart that's tender, teachable, and wide-open to God's glory would be pleasing to the Lord.
Make me to know your ways, O LORD; teach me your paths. Psalm 25:4 ESV
Isaiah, Gabriel and I study until the sun makes afternoon shadows and the sounds from the window are less like morning and more like end-of-day. When we're finished, my boys bolt off to play.
Papers are pushed into folders, and I slide our books back to shelves.
School time is over. It's time to move on to different things.
But as I go...
I hold Isaiah's question.
And it becomes a prayer.