Have you ever noticed how different you are with other peoples children than your own? While we love our own with a deathly passion, we tend to be that bit more measured with other peoples kids… that bit politer… that bit more careful… I know I’m not the only one here…
I’m currently working through the ripple thoughts of what it might mean if I always carried the cognitive awareness that these kids are HIS before they’re ours… HIS on loan for a season… HIS on trust.
At the moment this new question hit me… it led me to a place of tears and repentance… this is NOT something I need comfort in… I have yielded it to HIM which means all is well and comforting someone when repentance is doing it’s work, gets in the way of it completing and cleaning out the core. I don’t think this work is quite finished in me yet… I want it to change me more completely…
And the ripples from this. The ripples go on and on. Each one of us is His in the sense of being His own loved creation… do I treat others with this full knowledge? Do I treat His earth with this full knowledge? Do I have a full and working knowledge of it for my very own self?
It’s a work in progress.
Progress is good. And this makes me smile.