Do I Look Like Miss Clavel?

My husband sent me a gift this morning. I love surprise gifts. This one came in the form of a blog domain and blog email renewal. My Quirky Faith domain was set to expire and without asking this sweet spouse of mine signed me up for two more years. I haven't written much in the last few weeks. I've neglected the written word.  I appreciated his vote of confidence.

Fact is lately I've been called to smaller things. My sister had a baby - two months early - and in aunty fashion I've been making quilts and embroidering Christmas stockings. My mom and a good friend of our threw a fairly fantastic baby shower. 

The last couple of weeks I've also been called to focus in at home. My kids have had some obstacles in health and homework which required attention - time cuddling and reading and being present.  So I've been quiet online. 

​This morning as I dropped my daughter off at preschool she asked me a question which made me pause. 

Mom - Do I look like Miss Clavel? 

​I looked her up and down before I responded. 

Ummmmm. Miss Clavel?  Like in Madeline? The nun? 

 Yea!  Do I look like Miss Clavel? 

​I truly tell you I had no words. Miss Clavel is not what comes to mind when I think about my feisty five year old. But her question made me ponder. 

​Miss Clavel is a wonder. She sacrificed her rights to marriage and her own family in order to take a vow of fidelity to Jesus. Then she spent her life chasing after 12 little girls and one especially spunky little one. Miss Clavel took in puppies and kittens, toured world cities, woke up in the night and rushed to the side of people in pain.  Madeline is the hero of the story but truth is I love Miss Clavel.  So I hope my kiddo turns out the same. 

​Mother Theresa once said "Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love." 

​I'm grateful for Quirky Faith - and for the platforms on Instagram and Facebook and Twitter. I love to write and shout out to the masses what is true and holy and right and fun. I so appreciate the opportunity and the privilege. But I'm convicted when any attempt to strive for something "great" makes me too busy to look at my children and understand what they are asking. My daughter wanted to know if she looked like Miss Clavel.  I want to be about the same question.