• Angelene Woodard

Are You a Spiritual Toddler?


We are all finally loaded into the van. (aka The Crumb Carrier)

The children are fastened in safely. My hands are at ten and two 'o clock.

I start to relax a bit once we started rolling. Y'all know the chaos that ensues once a mama announces the five little words, "Go get in the van!"?

All that has subsided - momentarily.

We aren't even out of the subdivision yet. The screaming begins.

She's got major volume to have such a tiny set of vocal chords.

Our youngest is offering her highest pitched squeal. I'm confused by all the convulsing and thrashing about within the confines of her five-point-harness. Is she possibly having a seizure? Does she need medical attention?

I spin around and make eye contact with my right eye as my left eye stays focused on the road ahead. (This is a skill only mothers possess.)

She looks directly at me. She's definitely not having a seizure.

However, she continues to buck against the seat, kick her legs wildly, and howl.

What could possibly warrant this reaction? Did I pinch a plug of tender thigh skin when fastening her seat belt? Did a rogue bee sting her in the eyeball? Did her brother cut her hand off when I wasn't looking?

The drama our littlest one offered that day was on behalf of a sock.

A sock.


This child cannot walk up the stairs independently, yet she can peel off shoes and socks like it's an Olympic sport.

Naturally, my heart is racing. I am annoyed and nervous and full of adrenaline now. Forget the library. I'm headed to the Indy 500. Nobody can out-drive a mom who has been trained to perform under this kind of pressure.

Both pink light-up shoes have fallen to the floorboard. The nice sock is crumpled on top of her head. The demon sock is refusing to be put back on. She just cannot get those squishy toes back in where they belong.

"Honey! Stop screaming. I will help you."

Duh. That's how the socks got on in the first place.

My little darling does not possess the hand eye coordination to do this by herself right now. She's just too young and inexperienced. She's not qualified to do this alone. She needs help.

Obviously, she doesn't have the emotional capability to handle a frustrating situation either.

I am reminded of myself.

How many times has the Lord asked me to do something I am not capable of? Too many to count. Let's just start with motherhood.

The road trip that is motherhood is a treacherous ride. I am strapped into the seat though and fully committed to the bumpy ride ahead.

Challenges come along. Questions. Frustrating situations that I am ill equipped to manage.

What do I do?

Do I rest in my seat patiently and calmly request God's assistance? Do I trust He is in the driver seat and all I have to do is ride along? Do I trust that He wants to help me when I need help?

No. No, I don't.

I struggle. I scream. I demand that He know just how terrible and frustrating all of this is for me. (I have been known to do this literally and figuratively.)

I attempt to figure it out all by myself. Because I am a big girl. I'm not a baby.

(The telltale sign of an immature baby is someone that declares, "I am not a baby. I do not need help.")

I am childish and dramatic. I make what would be a not-so-serious situation miserable for myself and my family.

I ignore the truth.

The truth is I need His help. I am not capable of raising these children without His direction, influence, and Divine intervention.

In reality, all I need to do is admit I need assistance, stay calm, and wait for the Lord to help.

A mature Christian acts with patience, trust, and hope.

So, how exactly does one mature in their walk with the Lord?

Here's my advice. (Disclaimer: any advice within this post is solicited with a crumpled sock on my head and the other sock clenched within my fist.)

1. Ask God to give you more faith. Simple. Just tell Him you want to grow spiritually.

2. Read a little somethin' somethin' from the Bible. There's no better way to get close to our Father than by reading some of what He already wants us to know.

3. Ask God to stop you in your tracks when you start pitchin' a fit. This is basically inviting the Holy Spirit to walk with you throughout the day and then reveal himself when necessary.

You and I both know we cannot make it through this life without Him. Well, we can. It's just miserable.

We most definitely cannot be successful mothers without Him.

Spiritual maturity is crucial.

Blessedly, it is also ridiculously obtainable!

Have you behaved like a spiritual toddler?

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