Monday, March 28, 2011


Tonight I tucked in my one-year-old the same way I do every night: Goodnight Moon followed by a reading from her Baby's First Bible.  Then we pray, give "nose kisses", swap real kisses and a hug, and lay down for night-night.

I love every part of this routine, but my favorite part is the moment where we flip to the back of the Bible and read the verse printed over a picture of Jesus surrounded by children of all races.  Lily is fascinated by these little ones.  Even at this age she knows that they are like her.  Her chubby fingers trail over their eyes, noses, hands, feet.  She asks me questions about them - questions I can't yet understand.  I answer as best I can: "that's right; there's a baby like you." 

Inevitably, every night, her fingers wander over the children's faces and land on the face of Jesus.  They linger there.  I tell her: "that's Jesus."  She repeats after me: "Je-sus" in her baby-babble way. 

This has become so routine that I take it for granted.  Tonight, however, something made me pause.  I paid attention.  I realized... I am like this.  In my purest moments of wonder, when I really stand in awe of God, when I approach Him like a little child, I just sit and gaze at His face, His features, touching them, exploring.  This is what it means to be childlike.  This is what it means to be in awe.

My lens widens.  I see more of the frame.  I am sitting on His lap, a child again, but His lap is a throne and He is King.  King.  The thought has always intimidated me, put me off.  I do not want to approach Him when He is like this.  Too stuffy, too aloof, too authoritative.  In this state I can not wonder at Him, I must be on my best behavior, I must obey with my most sincere "yes sir".  When I see Him like this, I am afraid.

I look again.  Because I am a child I do not know to be intimidated.  My eyes sparkle, just like Lily's do when she runs her fingers over my face.  I smile as I discover, the world opening up to me in a whole new way.  I giggle as I watch Him smile in return.  King or no, He is my Father.  I am found in Him.  I am safe with Him.  This is home.

Linking up with Jen at Soli Deo Gloria this week.


  1. Beautiful! I love the imagery of really approaching him like a small child

  2. I, too, love this image and often, often, view Him has a King on a throne who must be obeyed instead of upon His lap, gazing at His features, in awe of what He has done and what He will do.

  3. I am like this. In my purest moments of wonder, when I really stand in awe of God, when I approach Him like a little child, I just sit and gaze at His face, His features, touching them, exploring. This is what it means to be childlike. This is what it means to be in awe.....this is the words I wanted earlier as I was writing.
    This is it...thanks SO much! It is THIS place that I long to be in that comes in moments and then flees. I long to just stay there. you?

  4. This is beautiful. I have a friend who grew up without a father figure. She always talks about "crawling in the lap of Jesus" during prayer time. He is Abba, after all.
    Thank you for stopping by my place. God is faithful and He knows just where you are. I will lift prayers for you as we journey this path. He has called you to where you are and will not forsake you.

  5. They can teach us so much!! I pray I teach my children half as much as they've already taught me about His love.

  6. The story of Jesus and His love to the children has a special meaning for me. I told this story at a Bible School the night before we lost our 8 month old daughter. From the moment I knew she entered heaven, I pictured her on Jesus knee, dark eyes sparkling with her beguiling smile. If children the world over knew only of His love the coming generation would would change the world.