Life lessons from a rookie
We are in the midst of trying to raise Trey and teach him about life. Ironically, we are learning our own lessons about life, lessons our parents learned before us and our children will learn after us.
"Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." Matthew 19:14
Why is that? Because the example of faith that we see in babies and children is the perfect picture of the relationship God wants to have with us. Trust is so easy, probably pre-programmed into us when we are brand new. There is someone we look to who will provide for our needs without question. Hopefully that lasts through our lifetimes, even beyond when we are fully capable of taking care of ourselves. Praise the Lord, Brandon and I continue to be nurtured by the best parents God ever put on this earth. We hope to give this same gift to Trey.
So shouldn't our relationship with our heavenly Father be as reliable, as precious? The sad thing is, it could be. But somewhere along the way, we learn doubt and cynicism and mistrust. And for no reason at all, that bleeds into our faith. My faith. For absolutely no reason at all. There is not a moment of my life when the Lord has not been right beside me, providing for me, protecting me, growing me, blessing me. Not because of anything I have done, but because I am His child and He loves me.
I forget that all the time, even though He shows Himself in so many ways every day. The true child of God is taken care of. Period. Even when things aren't going right, even when some storm in life is making me miserable, I can know that everything that comes along is filtered through the hand of One who loves me. And everything will be used for good. Those are promises of God, and He is faithful to every promise.
We're trying to encourage Trey to crawl, which means he spends some time on his belly looking at a just-out-of-reach pacifier. After he's been there a few minutes and starts grunting, crying, and rubbing his face on the floor, he's probably thinking, "What in the world are these idiots doing? This stinks, get me up!!" But oh, son, the joy of moving is just around the corner. How I praise the Lord for not delivering me every time I asked. What blessing, wisdom, and joy would have been lost.
These are things I should have known and applied in my life for a long time. Why did it take a baby to teach me all of this? "What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God - through Jesus Christ our Lord." Romans 7:24-25
On a side note, Trey said "mama" yesterday. And sweeter words were never spoken.
"Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." Matthew 19:14
Why is that? Because the example of faith that we see in babies and children is the perfect picture of the relationship God wants to have with us. Trust is so easy, probably pre-programmed into us when we are brand new. There is someone we look to who will provide for our needs without question. Hopefully that lasts through our lifetimes, even beyond when we are fully capable of taking care of ourselves. Praise the Lord, Brandon and I continue to be nurtured by the best parents God ever put on this earth. We hope to give this same gift to Trey.
So shouldn't our relationship with our heavenly Father be as reliable, as precious? The sad thing is, it could be. But somewhere along the way, we learn doubt and cynicism and mistrust. And for no reason at all, that bleeds into our faith. My faith. For absolutely no reason at all. There is not a moment of my life when the Lord has not been right beside me, providing for me, protecting me, growing me, blessing me. Not because of anything I have done, but because I am His child and He loves me.
I forget that all the time, even though He shows Himself in so many ways every day. The true child of God is taken care of. Period. Even when things aren't going right, even when some storm in life is making me miserable, I can know that everything that comes along is filtered through the hand of One who loves me. And everything will be used for good. Those are promises of God, and He is faithful to every promise.
We're trying to encourage Trey to crawl, which means he spends some time on his belly looking at a just-out-of-reach pacifier. After he's been there a few minutes and starts grunting, crying, and rubbing his face on the floor, he's probably thinking, "What in the world are these idiots doing? This stinks, get me up!!" But oh, son, the joy of moving is just around the corner. How I praise the Lord for not delivering me every time I asked. What blessing, wisdom, and joy would have been lost.
These are things I should have known and applied in my life for a long time. Why did it take a baby to teach me all of this? "What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God - through Jesus Christ our Lord." Romans 7:24-25
On a side note, Trey said "mama" yesterday. And sweeter words were never spoken.
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Kayil is saying da-da and ma-ma now...she usually says da-da and I will try and try to get her to say ma-ma. Then she will say it, maybe once or twice...and then say da-da again...usually accompanied with a giggle or two:) little stinker!