Claire, sometime last night between going-to-bed-time and
waking-up-time you crept into my room. You so sweetly and gently patted my
shoulder until I stirred, never uttering a word, just waiting for the
invitation to crawl into bed beside me. I moved over, half asleep still, and held out
my hand to help you onto the bed and into your place of safety and security.
And you drifted back to sleep, holding my hand. I’ll be honest here. I am terribly
glad when I wake up in the morning and you have not come to our bed because it
means that I was able to claim my rightful half of the bed all night and we
probably all got a better night’s sleep. But you know, I wouldn’t trade those
other nights for anything. The nights when you wake up from a bad dream and you
know where to come for comfort. The ones when I can reach out and stroke your
hair and you snuggle up and give me sweet little pats on the back whenever you
wake up throughout the night. No, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Averi Kate, when I walked in to rescue you from your crib
this morning, you were still bleary eyed and pointed straight toward the
rocking chair. And I was more than happy to oblige, since Sissy was still
deeply asleep in my own bed. So I carried you over to the rocker and sat down
and your thumb went straight into your mouth and your other hand to your ear,
and there we sat, time standing still for once in my life. I prayed out loud
over you and for you and for all of us, and you just sank into me, content to
feel my presence and hear my voice. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Daddy and I hear other grown-ups talking about how their
kids who used to be little and full of little moments are now big and making
big mistakes. And we see concern or frustration or grief or impatience on their
faces, and we hear it in their voices. And we look at each other and for a
moment we are afraid. “What if our girls make these big mistakes? What if they
rebel? What if they reject the truth?” In those moments we want to keep you
little forever, where you come crawl in our bed and sit in our lap and are
safe.
But that’s not the way to live this journey. And the echoes
of Scripture temper my pounding heart…
Perfect love casts out
fear…Be anxious for nothing…Let the peace of God rule in your hearts…
I know that a woman
of faith smiles at the future (Pr 31:25). She is not afraid of it. She embraces
it. Because she knows the God of a thousand tomorrows and she understands that
we are just a part of a story that isn’t really about us at all. And so she can
love freely with no strings attached, and she can look well after the ways of
her household without an iron fist, and she can be clothed with strength and
dignity and open her mouth with wisdom and kindness and not be anxious over the
results.
God, I pray that you don’t have to live folly to prove its
consequences. I hope that you love your Creator with every fiber of your being
from the earliest time possible. But I also hope that when you grow big and
make big mistakes, you will come to a deeper understanding of grace, and know
that this is why Jesus came – because He knew that we always grow up into big
kids that make big mistakes and we cannot redeem ourselves. He is not shocked.
He became those mistakes that you will make, and He drank the wrath for them. And
His arms are as open as mine have ever been, and He will never reject the one
who comes to Him in faith.
No, His love never fails. And my love will not diminish for
you either.
And my bed and my lap
will always be as open as they are now.
Very good post. You are a wonderful writer!
ReplyDeleteYou're making me cry. Good post and a great reminder of God's grace
ReplyDeleteYou are a remarkable woman of God as well as a great mother. Your writing is obviously inspired by our Lord above. God bless you and your wonderful family.
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