I was Laila's washing hands, and I just had to stop and take a picture. I love those sweet little hands.
Whenever we wash hands, we sing one of two songs. One I came up with called, "Scrubby Dubbers." It goes like this, "Scrubby dubbers, scrubby little dubbers." I know, brilliant, right? I don't know how I came up with that, but I like to make up little songs during our daily tasks. That is one of them. I have made up songs for brushing teeth, putting on lotion, rinsing out hair, etc. You name it, I probably have a song for it. I love it when one of the kids starts singing them on their own. It is a little piece of me that they are taking on themselves. It is my fingerprint on their lives.
The other one (for which I will not take credit) says,
"Give us clean hand, give us pure hearts. Let us not lift our soul to another.
Oh, God let us be a generation that seeks, seeks your face, O, God of Jacob."
It may sound silly, but even as I sing that song and wash their hands, I am praying that for my children and for me. That we will have clean hands and pure hearts before God. In that tiny, little average moment of my day, I see God's Hand and want to seek Him more.