What Do I Crave?

Today marks the last full day that I have to spend with my grandbaby, Eden, for awhile.  I've been blessed for the last 2 1/2 weeks to visit in her home in California as Keith has been preaching for three different churches in the area.   During this time I've played many games of peek-a-boo and pat-a-cake, sung lots of songs, read many books, changed countless diapers, and rocked Eden to sleep for many naps.  I've watched her grow from a helpless infant to a rolling, active baby who now sits alone and entertains herself with toys...even sitting in a highchair enjoying rice, bananas and sweet potatoes (good "Southern" girl).  I've also accomplished many projects, marking each one off Ashley's list she's made for me right down to the one we finish up today:  Babyproofing the house by installing outlet covers and cabinet locks. Working side-by-side with Ashley has made each project fun but also challenging as she's witnessed how incompetent her mother really is.  You see, I seem to make things harder for myself by always doing it the wrong way before figuring out the best way to do it.  Like last night when I was reconstructing a couple of wooden chairs they had picked up at a yard sale.  I was using Gorilla Glue to reset the wicker backing into the frame and if you've used that product you know what a remarkable product it is.  Gorilla Glue works great to give a permanent bond of almost anything to almost anything....including fingers.  In an effort to spread the sticky stuff where it needed to be I managed to get it all over my hands and soon my ten digits were threatening to become two big blobs!  In a panic I ran to the bathroom sink and began washing with soap and water which made my hands gooier and stiffer than ever.  I'd forgotten that the directions said to use WATER to make the bond stronger!  By this time I'm really in a panic and yelling for Ashley to read the bottle to tell me what to do in case of skin contact and she reads: ALWAYS wear gloves while using this product.  (Now you tell me).  So I have her call my brother-in-law, Jim, who uses Gorilla Glue for his woodworking projects to get advice.  I know Jim will laugh at me and never let me live it down but I'm desperate!  So the phone is held up to my ear as my hands are now being molded together and I hear Jim (trying not to laugh) tell me to try mineral spirits.  But alas there's no mineral spirits in the house and I've got to DO SOMETHING NOW!!!  So a very patient and exasperated Andy enters the scene and after reviewing the situation calmly Googles "What to do when your crazy Mother-in-law glues her hands together with Gorilla Glue" and  instantly comes up with a solution of baby oil mixed with an abrasive cleaner, which thankfully works beautifully.  What did we ever do without Google?  But the adventure isn't over.  Because in the car on the way to a restaurant I realize I still have Gorilla Glue under my fingernails and I begin to gnaw it out with my teeth and to my horror I realize a piece of it has gotten stuck in my throat and is beginning to make my throat  burn and swell.  Now worrying that I might asphyxiate and die of anaphylactic shock I admit my stupidity to Ashley and Andy.  Andy's sigh tells me that this must be reason #121 why he's ready for his Mother-in-law to go home as Ashley begin's Googling " What to do when your Mother is stupid enough to actually ingest a particle of Gorilla Glue".  In the meantime I'm imagining the moisture in my throat beginning to swell the tiny particle to the size of a bowling ball till my airway is completely shut off.  I try to stay calm and think pleasant thoughts but the burning in my throat is making me desperate for a drink of water to wash it away and I'm thinking will We EVER get there, will we EVER be seated, will we EVER get served till I can FINALLY get a glass of water and wash the offending piece away. 
Later that night, after my throat had stopped burning and my hands were only mildly stiff, I was once again finding comfort in holding little Eden and rocking her to sleep.  She was fighting it, squirming in my arms, kicking her feet, trying desparately to keep those big beautiful blue eyes open when Ashley walked through the door.  At the sight of her Mommy she practically leapt out of my arms lunging toward her comforter.  At that moment no amount of rocking, singing and cuddling would suffice.  What Eden craved was her Mommy and the milk she could provide.  That night she craved to be sweetly nursed to sleep.  Nothing else would do. I know how it feels to crave, to desperately need something and need it NOW.  How often do I try to feed that craving with the wrong things...another piece of chocolate cake, a day of shopping for more stuff I don't need...another night of flipping through the tv channels finding nothing worth watching...when the only thing that truly satisfies is a stronger spiritual relationship with my Lord.  What do I crave?
" Like newborn babies, crave spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good."  1 Peter 2:2, 3.