June 13

Psalm 131:2 — Surely I have behaved and quieted myself as a child that is weaned of his mother: My soul is even as a weaned child.

Yesterday I was amazed at God’s tenderness toward me. Today, my lovely Myra reminded me of this … Adapted from Hosea 11.

When you were a child I loved you …,

it was I who taught you to walk, taking you by the arms; but you did not realize it was I who healed you.
I led you with cords of human kindness, with ties of love.
To you I was like one who lifts a little child to the cheek, and I bent down to feed you.
How can I give you up,? How can I hand you over?
How can I treat you like Admah? How can I make you like Zeboyim?
  My heart is changed within me; all my compassion is aroused.
I will not carry out my fierce anger, nor will I devastate you again.
For I am God, and not a human being, the Holy One with you.
I will not come against your city.

Do you remember when you first accepted Jesus as Lord? Do you remember that first love. Did it feel as though you were special, cherished? Did you feel God’s leading reins? I remember. It seemed easy to be a Christian in those first few months. But time moves on, and life seems more complex. It’s not so easy to feel the lifting up, and feeding. I have to go back. Again, and again. Is it like that for you?
When I remember, I try to go back through God’s word to His Son, and from the Son to the Father. I try to remember not to concern myself with great matters, or things too wonderful for me.
Are there times when life seems complicated, people seem difficult, you feel out of sorts, God seems far away? Time to go back, to become, once again, “like one of these” — once again a little child.