The Redeemer’s Hands

Curled up on the couch with the baby on my lap, the Bible in my left hand, and our spunky toddler with braids and dimples sitting on my right….

Reading the  story of the Prodigal Son to their listening ears and open hearts.

My son, seven, is fidgety, but still paying attention.  His sensitivity to the understanding of God’s Word lately has amazed me.

I look over the top edge of the Children’s Bible we are using, and I can see my 5 year old daughter, with hair to her waist and long thin legs draping over her chair – nervously listening.  I can see her heart today.  

I have heard her words to me as we finish reading our devotions every day, and sing familiar songs. Her words are not just childish banter.  They are the voice of her heart.

When we learned of Jesus calming the storm – she whispered in my ear – “I am afraid mommy.”

I ask her whom she is afraid of.

“God.”

I have seen her thoughtfulness and pondering spirit as we talked about God creating the World, and Jesus’ Miracles.

Today, as I read about the son that took his father’s money, left home, and foolishly squandered it all away- then deciding to return home – afraid that his father would not receive him…

To find –

That his father was waiting.  With open arms, tears, and unconditional love.

I close the Bible and can see her eyes on mine.  I say, ” That is what our Father in Heaven is like.”

“He loves us, and forgives us when we ask.  He wants to hug you, and loves you at all times.”

He is your Father in Heaven.

My 3 year old chatter-box, now laying her head softly on my right shoulder, perks up , saying :

– “I have a God -Dad.” 

I smile – Yes.  You do.  She always says the neatest things, that girl.

The son is still contemplating that he has TWO Fathers…

and my little girl- with her fear of the Father, is thinking.  Her eyes are deep brown pools of  thoughtfulness.

I ask her if she is still afraid of God.

I explain to her that God wants us to fear Him, but that He protects us, keeps us safe, loves us, watches over us.

“Do you love your daddy?”

“You’re not afraid of him are you?”

-“No.  I love daddy.  So much Mommy.”

“Good sweetie, because your Father in Heaven loves you even more.  Just like your daddy.”

His Hands are reaching down into her heart.  I can see it in her eyes and her hug to me as we finish singing.

She is refreshed in her spirit.  Still thinking.  She is only five.

He is Redeeming her.

He IS to be feared.  And.. He loves us

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    Theresa@HeavenlyGlimpses
    February 28, 2012 at 1:18 am

    Love the conversation. I can see you sitting with your children in conversation over your devotion, as I do the same with mine – 7, 5, and sometimes the three year old if he’ll sit long enough. But, it is always my desperate prayer that these words will reach their hearts.

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    Linda
    February 28, 2012 at 9:55 am

    September that was beautiful! Thanks for sharing about that special devotion/story time that you had with your little ones. Sometimes I need to be reminded that I have a” God-Dad”. I never really had an earthly daddy…and I sometimes forget to view God as my heavenly “Daddy” who loves me soooo much. It is good to fear and reverence Him of course…but to also dwell on His love for us!

    Thanks again!
    Love, Linda @ Truthful Tidbits

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    Alicia
    February 29, 2012 at 2:23 pm

    Yes, I feel like I’m on the coach with you, too. I am always amazed at how our kids bring the Word to life. Your five year old has a special heart… I could now and then use a bit more “fear” of my Father.. sometimes I forget He’s SO HOLY. Beautiful moment. Thanks for sharing.

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    Barb
    March 5, 2012 at 6:01 pm

    This is beautiful!

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