We slept at my house last night - for the first time in over a month, nobody woke up in hysterics, nobody woke me up to go potty, and (even more miraculously) nobody woke me up to eat. I felt amazing and decided to show my appreciation for my answered prayer by belting out a few hymns. One of my favorites (especially since Grandma died) is Victory in Jesus. For those of us not raised in the Baptist church, it goes like this:
O victory in Jesus,
My Savior, forever.
He sought me and bought me
With His redeeming blood;
He loved me ere I knew Him,
And all my love is due Him,
He plunged me to victory,
Beneath the cleansing flood.
Leave it to Daniel to put an even bigger smile on my face. He says to me (completely earnestly - the way only a child can), "Why does Jesus need a plunger?" I rolled. I laughed so hard *both* my babies laughed with me.
I had this image of Jesus, Bible in his hands, sitting on the pot. It had never occurred to me exactly what the Bible means when it says "fully man and fully God." In an instant, I got it. Vulnerable to all of the inconveniences of daily life - down to a backed up toilet (or an overflowing hole in the ground, as the case may be). As many wonderful memories as I associate with this hymn, I now have one more - Jesus plodding through the house, grumbling about the plumbing, going to unplug the potty. Victorious, indeed.
