A Plague of Play-Doh
Additional Scripture Readings:
It holds the place mats in crooked positions on the kitchen table. Walking from the table to the sink, it crunches underfoot on the linoleum. As we make our way across the family room, crumbs of red, green and blue smush into the carpet. Play-Doh.
How many times have we laid down the rules about where the kids can play with Play-Doh? For that matter, how many hours have we spent sweeping and sponging its stubborn remains away?
A plague of Play-Doh! That’s what it feels like! Oh, certainly it’s not like the horrible plagues suffered in Egypt. But it’s a plague just the same. As if God is somehow judging us with an onslaught of Play-Doh that won’t go away no matter what we do! What sin have we left unconfessed? How have we angered the Almighty?
Hey, Mom, it’s not a plague. It’s a stage. And it comes with young children. God is not raining down judgment on moms. He loves us more than we can imagine ever being loved. And his love for us will last long past the last of the Play-Doh.
This devotion is from the NIV Mom's Devotional Bible by Zondervan. Used with permission.