Sometimes I am so overcome with love for my kids that I MUST
swoop in and get their attention. I
kneel down, take one of their tiny faces in my hands, put my nose to their nose
and say, “I love you. I’m glad you are
mine.” Then I kiss them on the forehead and send them on their way, possibly
with a gentle tap on the rump. Mostly,
this is met with Gracie going limp in an attempt to wriggle away or Henry trying
to avoid my gaze by rolling his eyes back into his head.
This morning, my friends, Jesus took my face into his
scarred hands, and gently whispered to me, “I love you. I’m glad you are mine.”
Today was my first morning back for the semester at my women’s
bible study. And we have a new woman in
our group. This woman…
wait for it…
wait
for it…
has a special needs son adopted from China. As she sat with her boy cuddled
up in her lap on Orphan Sunday in our Fellowship Hall, God used this woman to turn Sloan’s
heart to desire a special needs son from China. I knew who she was and had, of course,
stalked her and “friended” her on Facebook (I may have a problem, I know), but now
I get to KNOW her. To be a sister to her
and she to me. To learn from her how to
pray for our Charlie and for our hearts.
And if that is not enough to show you how precious my little
family is to Jesus, her son will soon be 4 and guess what he just loves to play
with? Trains. Like he loves trains so much we may have sung
the Thomas theme song together. Oh, and did
I mention she is also a doctor and has offered to help us sort out all the
special needs? Yeah, now Jesus is
basically starring in a De Beers commercial with me. I know.
I know. I’m trying not to be
embarrassed about it…
Sometimes God’s love is like a blinding light and strikes
you down. Sometimes it’s a slap to the
face to knock some sense into you.
Sometimes it hurts like the cauterization of a wound that can't heal on its own. Sometimes it is a quiet hush of song.
But sometimes, it’s so dear and tender and personal that if I close my
eyes, I can still feel His nose on mine.
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