This past weekend Nia learned to ride a bike. She was given one for Christmas from some friendds of our's, and after many false starts she finally took off this weekend. She sits straight as an arrow, like a woman from 1920 would've ridden. She's very pleased with herself, and so are we.
Between the moments of joy are the moments of weeping and gnashing of teeth. Today is the latter. Not sure what's going on, but she fell into a funk right before church and hasn't come out of it yet. The worst part is that she just won't talk, not even to tell us what she's thinking or feeling. She just goes silent or else starts this moaning type of cry. It's almost what you'd expect to hear from someone who just lost a loved one. I'm sure she IS experiencing grief and loss, and maybe that's what this is all about today.
Sometimes I just don't know how to love her well. It's good that God never has that problem with us. He always loves us well.