My thoughts were recently captured by a phrase I had read. “Many babies born have become kings but only one King became a Baby.” The reality of what Jesus did for us, for me, in His incarnation, His coming to our earth, is more than I can take in. But it is sobering and good to think upon—
He left the throne room for a stable stall.
He left the company of angels for the company of sheep.
He left an unlimited existence for a human body.
He left the environment of holiness for one of sin.
He left the Creator to dwell with the created.
The words of a Chris Rice song add to these thoughts. “He wrapped our flesh around Him, breathed our air, and walked our sod.” For Jesus to come to this earth was more than a monumental act. It was pure craziness! But great love can even cause man to do crazy things and what Great Love the Father had for us that He sent His own Son out of His heaven to a flawed, sinful, dirty, crying, needy people on earth to change us for all eternity…
So all I can do is to forever thank Him, continually praise Him, and completely give myself to the King who became a Baby! What about you?????
Be to me a rock of refuge in which to dwell. Psalms 71:3
I am glad that God is my Rock. I need a Rock! I need to know the One who is unmovable, the One who can carry me and all my concerns of life. The Rock that is formidable, sure and steady. It’s weight can hold me and all others who give themselves to it. A Rock that I can cling to when the winds of life are blustery and seas are foaming.
A Rock who offers me it’s clefts where I can retreat and rest and be hidden awhile. A Rock that is impregnable; can stand up to attack and can not be taken by force of the enemy. This Rock is not something that I run to from time to time, but as Psalms 71:3 says He is a “rock in which to dwell”. I can live and make my home in this refuge, in it’s unfailing strength, every day.
When I give myself to His protection I can join the psalmist in Psalms 18:1 in crying out, “I love you fervently and devotedly, O Lord my Strength. The Lord is my Rock, My Fortress, and my Deliverer. My God, my keen and firm strength in whom I will trust and take refuge.” I can break out in praise with the truth of 2 Samuel 22:47, ” The Lord lives, blessed be my Rock and exalted be God, the Rock of my salvation.”
I am also reminded of an old hymn by Fanny Crosby. The refrain sings:
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the Rock,
That shadows a dry thirsty land.
He hideth my soul in the depths of His Love,
And covers me there with His Hand.
And covers me there with His Hand.
Recently I came across a question that caused me to pause. The question was, “Do you have a young soul?” My thoughts went back to time spent with an elderly friend. I remember looking into her wrinkled face, framed with snow white hair and thinking; she is that same 16 year old girl inside her now aged body that she has always been.
Our bodies change about us as we age but we can in reality have a young soul or youthful spirit. So the question begs to be answered, “What makes us old? What makes us young in our soul?”
Jesus valued childlikeness. In Luke 18:17, He said that “Whoever does not receive the Kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.” We are to hold on to that childlike faith, trust, and dependence in our Lord. It causes us to both enter into relationship with God and continue in fellowship with Him. Childlikeness causes us to run to Him often, lift our arms up to Him so He can reach down and pick us up. It causes us to crawl up into His “lap”, tell Him all our troubles and just be held by His Love.
For you see, a child knows she can not control things, provide for herself, reach the high places or fix her broken things. She runs to her Daddy (Abba) for all this. It is when we think we are in control, or that we can “do it myself” or we fret and worry along the way or are happy with our provisions that our soul begins to grow old. Anger, bitterness, pride and discontent may set in and we are no longer free to trust, able to love or open to be taught.
We are called to become mature and responsible as adults but that does not erase our childlikeness. What maturity or sanctification does is take away the childishness; the “I want my own way tantrum” or that stubborn will that says, “No, I will not obey!” or “I will do it myself”.
Psalms 131: 1-2 speaks to this… “Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor my eyes lofty, neither do I exercise myself in matters too great or in things too wonderful for me. Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul like a weaned child with her mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me (ceased from fretting).”
So calm and quiet yourself as you draw close to your Father. Relax in His arms, trust and believe that all He does is good and rejoice in being His child. Hold on to that childlike faith and the awe and wonder of your life hidden in Christ.
Sometimes something so simple can impact your life in ways you just would not believe. Shortly after the birth of our firstborn son, I received a note from a friend. One line of that note I remember to this day. She wrote, “We praise God for the loan of Billy into your lives.” At first I was not sure about these words. My son was mine, wasn’t he? I had received him as God’s gift to us, hadn’t I? What did she mean by loan?
As I mulled over these words as a young mother, God revealed the truth of them to my heart. Though he came from us, and would carry our name, Billy was not ours, Billy was not mine. He was God’s; for God had sovereignly placed him into our lives, our family, our arms, but he was not ours, he was on loan.
This truth impacted my parenting greatly. Though we would endeavor to bring him up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord, I knew that God was the true parent. He loved our son more than we did, and He had a plan for his life that was known only by Himself. I knew I could always run to my Father to seek His wisdom for each crook and turn of rearing this little boy; and the three who would follow. When I was fearful, God assured me Billy was never out of His sight. I came to trust that He was a far better parent than I. I was encouraged to do my part to make this child all that God had placed him in my arms to be.
However, I could not do the heart work but I would do the hard work in training him for HIM.
This truth also affected every stage of parenting. As he left home to go to college, God was there. I really did not have to let go of my son because he was always on loan. This truth was a peaceful blessing through the years of parenting all my children.
It is when we grasp tightly to the people in our lives that we get into trouble. For you see, we have little or no control, but we can look to the Loving Controller and let go or at least hold very loosely.
A loan should be returned with interest. The investment made should please the Owner. When this child is a man, as mine is now, he must answer to the One who owns him…..and hopefully bring glory to his Maker.