Yesterday Aimee, our new granddaughter came over with her parents to visit. I got to feed her some supplement from a bottle and then she fell asleep on my shoulder (at left) for two and a half hours while I watched the Green Bay football game. What a special time! My heart was so filled with joy just to be near Aimee and watch her breathe, smirk and rest. She had one hand on my chest and the other around my side.
he’s pretty helpless, you know. She really can’t do a thing for herself and must depend on those around her to take care of her. Jesus encouraged us to the same kind of relationship with his Father. You don’t need to be anxious for anything because he will take care of you. Wouldn’t it be great to trust that? I’m learning to, even when he doesn’t ‘take care’ of me the way I want to be taken care of.
hile a group of us were together last week praying for my writing and travel schedule, one of the brothers prayed about this. He spoke of Aimee and her complete helplessness and prayed we would learn how to be helpless in the hands of our Father too. As he prayed I thought not only of how helpless Aimee is, but how much I delight at every thought of her. And then I wondered if God held that same delight for me. Theologically, I know God delights over us. Zechariah said so, but I’ve never seen his delight for me quite as real as my delight for Aimee before that moment.
t reminded me my reading in Song of Songs a few weeks ago. As the bridegroom delights over his lover, I wondered if that mirrors Jesus’ delight in his church. I know how I feel when I’ve been gone from Sara for a few days, and the ache in my heart just to be near her again and hold her in my arms. Could this be how God feels about me? The conclusion I’ve come to his delight is at least what I feel for Sara or for Aimee. His delight could be a billion times greater, with him being God and all, and having more love in his heart than I can possibly fathom.
And if I really knew he delighted in me like that, wouldn’t it be so much easier to rest in his certain arms, even in the places where I’m most broken and helpless? I want Jesus to make that more real in me with each passing day, and I pray the same for you too!