House For Six

Like Little Children...

Deme Crinion1 Comment
What does it mean to be a child of God?  So much more than we'll delve into now but as I picked up my crying child today I thought about the relationship between parent and child..between God and us.

When our young children are hurt, they don't come and try to present their problem to us the way they think they should or the way they think we want to hear it.  They run.  They cry.  They crumble in our arms. They are not too proud.

Our children come to us.  They want to be held and comforted.  They want to unload their burden, and they do.  Once they feel better, they get up to go play once more. 

They are still little children.  They aren't too big to be calculated in their words and actions.  Not like us anyway.

They want love. They need love. They aren't afraid to admit it.  And so they seek it from the loving, trustworthy arms of their Mom and Dad.

As they get older, the world will try to convince them otherwise...that to need anything is a sign of weakness.  That they are strong and admired for standing alone.  That if they do seek out love and affirmation, that it can be found in hopeless places, least of all the arms of God.

Why as adults do we find it so hard to just come to God as his precious son or daughter?  Why do we feel we need to first get things right (including our thoughts) before we can even turn to him?  Or wait until we reach a place of desperation? 

I have struggled this week. Struggled with the desire for something that I don't know if God wants for me.  And because I don't know if it is in line with His will, my prayers about it have been scripted...thought out...restrained.  I have been afraid to really ask because I'm afraid the answer will be 'no'. 

In my mind and in my heart I know, I truly do, that I can trust God.  He has never failed me.  He has blown me away in mercy, in generosity, and love that knows no bounds.  I know that I can trust in His goodness and in His 'no'.

And in the same breath, I hear the world, in all it's subtly and aggressiveness, telling me that if the answer is 'no', that it's because of me.  I didn't do enough, I wasn't holy enough, I didn't give enough, I wasn't pretty enough, I wasn't humble enough.  I wasn't enough.

So what will I chose to believe?  I've fallen for that lie more than once but every time it faces me, I get to choose again.  I can reject the lie, and speak the truth to it, or I can try to ignore it just to have it creep back in later.

James 4:7
"Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you"

Ephesians 6:11-12
"Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms"

2 Corinthians 10:5
"We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ"

'Putting on', 'taking captive', and 'resisting' are not passive.  They require us to be engaged.  To be conscious.  To be aware.  'Submitting' and 'coming' to God are not passive either.

Matthew 11:28
"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest."
God does not want us to carry the weight of the world on our matter what it is that weights you down. If you feel overwhelmed and burdened, just come.  If the thought of resisting and putting on your spiritual armor is too much, just come.  God does not expect or desire for us to do any of these things on our own power.  Even coming to him in our frailty and in humility requires the prompting and help of the Holy Spirit.

God is waiting.  He wants to scoop you up like a child and just hold you in His firm and loving embrace, where strength, courage, and hope are restored.  Don't wait, don't over think.  Just push past your doubt and bring your honest heart before your Creator.  He knows everything that is there and it's only His touch that can help us to see through that fog the world creates to skew our vision.