One of my sons is going through a rough time right now (work related) and it causes me sorrow. He’s not a Christian and yesterday as I knelt in prayer, asking God to help him, because of the sorrow that I felt, it dawned on me how heart broken I would be if he left this world without knowing Jesus as his Lord and Saviour. So I prayed for his salvation also and his families salvation, as I do for all my children everyday, who don’t know the Lord.
But the sorrow that we feel for our children, when we see them going through rough times, is nothing compared to how we would feel if they were taken from us and we did not have the reassurance that they would be with the Lord. I’ve never experienced that yet and I pray that I never do. I don’t know if I could take it.
I’ve seen God open doors where I never suspected there was a door. I’ve seen God do things that I thought weren’t possible. There have been last minute answers, when I thought the clock had run out. I remember a lesson He taught me about timing, whatever the problem, whatever my understanding is, it’s not over when I think it over, it’s only over when He says it’s over. I believe He taught me that lesson for a reason. I believe He showed me what He can do so that my trust would rest in Him, rather than my own understanding.
So like the the Parable of the Persistent Friend that Jesus spoke about in Luke 11:5-13 NIV
I keep knocking at God’s door. I just finished praying before I started to write this post this morning. I keep a box of tissues handy, my prayers as of late have a tendency to go in that direction. When I think of the mercy that God has shown me, when I think of the wonder of His presence that touches my heart, it’s hard not to cry. And when I think of my loved ones, those who are saved and those who aren’t, it’s so hard not to see an answer.
Tomorrow is Father’s Day, that would be me that will be celebrated by my family but I don’t deserve any accolades. I really didn’t do anything that special and Lord knows I could have done a lot better. Emotions can be so fickle, like a roller coaster, and far too often I allowed emotions to over ride the calm that Jesus would have had me show. I made mistakes, being too constraining when I could have been more lenient. Being too reactive when I could have been more forgiving. I have a special fondness for the Bible verse that says that love covers a multitude of sins (1 Peter 4:8). All of my children know that I love them. That is grace. Funny how as a youth we can criticize the actions of our parents but when we start to raise our own children, our criticism takes on a new softness. It isn’t easy being a youth but it isn’t easy being a parent either.
And then I think of our Heavenly Father, how we are His children and the sorrow that we must cause Him. If I can feel this intense sorrow for my son, I can’t imagine the sorrow He felt in asking His Son to go through the cross. And the willingness of Jesus to follow the will of His Father and to go through it overwhelms me. So Father’s Day should be about our Heavenly Father, not us, if there’s any thanks or gratitude to be handed out, it should go to Him. The other day for some reason, as I was reading God’s Word, it struck me that I am the King’s pawn. That relates to chess and I am happy about that, just as long as I belong to the King and I’m on His board.
Keep me in your prayers if you would, I’d really appreciate that. Actually we should all keep one another in our prayers. You folks are in my prayers everyday.
Worthy is the Lamb! Blessings!