Mariama cries, and I run to her. She’s hungry, I feed her with joy. She moves her arm and legs involuntarily
waking herself up and I watch her with delight.
She doesn’t have to do anything except to be mine. My little girl is everything I need her to be
because I expect nothing from her except to remain with me and let me take care
of her. What a simple way for God to
show me how he wants his little girl, Christy, to be. Just his, totally dependent on him. I can’t do anything to earn or deserve or pay
back his care for me. I am as helpless
as Mariama is to say to my Father “Here, let me repay you for all the joy I receive
through my family! Let me give back to you the equivalent of the
sense of purpose I feel in my work! This
abundant life you’ve given and the security of salvation in Christ Jesus…I’m
working on a suitable appreciation gift.”
Thank you, Mariama for this lesson you’re teaching me, and
thank you God, for loving me so lavishly knowing I can NEVER repay what you’ve
done for me.
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