He is only one years old. His tiny body nestled in the curve of my arm. His head rested on my shoulder and his feet dangled in no other movement other than the sway of my body. His tiny hands gripped my arm and his sleeping breath felt on my neck as he slowly inhales and exhales. He is tired. He is loved. And yet, God asked me to share who HE is.
I was talking with one of my teammates the other day about how I knew Truth needed to be spoken over these individuals. But I questioned if they will remember what they hear. I wondered if they would really understand God’s message to them. I wondered if they would really feel safety in HIS hands. And through the discussion, these questions convicted my heart…Who am I to question what God asks me to do? How do I share all of who HE is and HIS promises when HE is more than can ever be explained in words? I can’t. But HE can. And so HE used my voice and my heart. Praise God He can use us past ourselves.
For it isn’t about me and what I can’t do…but HIM and what HE can and will do.
This morning I read 1 Peter 1:22-25 – Now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the truth so that you have sincere love for your brothers, love one another deeply, from the heart. For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God. For, “All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord stands forever.”
So HE cradled them in my arms and shared HIS message of love and hope with them. HE called them special. He called them HIS own. He filled them with acceptance and worth. And HE promised to be with them always. As HE used my voice, I was blessed to feel their acceptance of HIS love as they soaked up the Truth.
