Stumbling Child Lifted
by Marijo Phelps 3/14/2009 / Christian Living
Lord Jesus, sometimes I'm such a child. No temper tantrums, but self seeking, pushing after little pleasures instead of pressing in to You.
I crossed the street I wasn't supposed to. You placed restrictions, not to bind me but for my safety, out of Your love. Now the day is over and I come home with sand in my hair, mud on my clothes and a tear winding down my cheek.
Can I be that little one who climbs in Your lap, responds to Your open arms, listens to Your counsel and breathes a heart -felt "I'm sorry, Daddy, please help me? I need You So much."
And tomorrow begins a brand new day. Will I choose to clasp Your hand and learn of You, delighting in Your communion or will I chance to run into traffic filled streets once again?
Child, you are my daughter still. Now you are aware of the sand in your hair, your soiled garb from play and your tear stained face. Other times it was not so (your awareness) but I was there still.
You shall get beyond this point, there will be harder challenges still but you shall meet them in Me. If you lean on Me, I will carry you through. If you choose to walk upright, on your own, I'm there but allow you that freedom of choice. I love you but do not force you.
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Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news