Thursday, April 24, 2014

Little one

My dear little booboo:

You are making me long with all my heart to dance and play and sit and picnic and sing and nap with you beneath the shade of that Tree of Life––that long but hopeful shadow reaching from the New City back into our present New York City.

The day we received your diagnosis was no ordinary day. You see, it was not a random holiday filled with bunnies and eggs and chocolate––although, you do love all three (especially eggs). Baby, on Easter, eternity broke into history in the most wonderful of ways, beginning the end of all that is sad and scary about our schedules: every distress and disease, every way our disintegrating bodies don't live up to our hopes and plans... On this day, we are called to celebrate the beginning of the end of all that is WRONG on our calendars.

Be brave in light of the coming day, though it's the shadows now making that light stark. On that day, we will inhabit renewed, resurrection bodies in a renewed, restored creation. Be brave for all the vehicles of that grace, even the ones that look like needles and white coats.

And when you say, "I can't! Cuz... cuz... I'm a small girl!" like you like to say when you don't want to try, child, know that He can. And He has. Walked the valley of all those shadows.

I pray you would sleep well with Spirit-enabled song, even when pain and fear persist. I pray that Papa God would be near to you in your sleepy song:

Jesus loves me, this I know for the Bible tells me so
Little ones to Him belong, they are weak but He is strong

Jesus loves me, this I know as He loved so long ago
Taking children on His knee saying, "Let them come to Me!"

Jesus loves me, He who died Heaven's gate to open wide!
He will wash away my sin, let His little child come in.

Yes, Jesus loves you. Yes, Jesus loves you! Yes, Jesus loves you. We hold unswervingly to this; this we know when other questions remain.

With hugs and hope,

Thursday, April 3, 2014

we sleep because He loves

9. Resolved, to sleep nightly, trusting Papa God to run the universe, lying down as one who is kept in safety by the One who in His goodness daily renews the work of creation. God wore us out with His goodness today!

Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. // GKC