We’re trying to teach Mya “please” and “thank
you” these days. It’s been a progression from teaching her to raise her hands
in the air, to say “up!” and now to suffix a “please” when she wants to be
picked up. She’s caught on but not without a few weeks of resistance. Oh child,
if only you knew the power of these magic words!
“Up please!”
“Ok Mya!” And she’s elevated off the
ground into our arms.
I’ve forgotten the beauty of this seemingly
mundane action until I was reminded by Tenth Avenue North at a concert
recently.
**
Arthur, Min and I went to the Chris
Tomlin and Tenth Avenue North concert at Willow Creek on Friday night. It was
our first outing without Mya in the last few months, thanks to Gina for
baby-sitting. Even though I was a sick puppy, my soul was well nourished;
and I left a bigger fan of these brothers in Christ than I was
entering.
It was good and necessary to be reminded
of God’s majesty, splendor, greatness, love and grace. How easily the human
mind forgets –
the God of angel armies is for us and who shall be against
us;
His hands that hold the stars also hold our weak feeble hearts;
the
staggering grace when His love ran red so our sins can be washed white; and
that
He loves us, He loves us, He loves us.
These are truths I know in my head, and
have somehow made small overtime in my heart. God knew what I needed to be
shaken out of my bird brain and chicken heart.
Back to the subject at hand, Tenth Avenue
North had us raise our hands during one of their songs. Mike said (something to
this effect), “We’re not raising our hands to show off or anything. We’re
raising our hands because this is what a child does when he/she wants to be
picked up by his/her father.”
Yes Heavenly Daddy, Up please!
**
May I not forget that I am that little
child wanting and needing to be picked up by my Heavenly Father, each time I see
Mya’s eyes looking up expectantly at me.
May I know the tenderness that God has
for me, that is a million times more than what I feel towards Mya in my best
moment. And at my worst, let me not take for granted Mya’s dependence and affection,
and always treasure this beauty that will not last forever.
May I always be that little child being
dependent on the Father, coming to Jesus and living in the Spirit always. God, up please!
Up please!
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