By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
When my daughter was a small child, she referred to the marigolds in our garden as “miracles.” I didn’t correct her.
My young son once pointed to shafts of sunlight breaking through a cloud bank and said, “Maybe heaven’s having a tour.”
What a concept.
More recently, a granddaughter told me she went to visit the Space Beetle. Her family had been to Seattle, so I knew what she meant. And another granddaughter said she likes going to the radio.
These childish expressions are dear to me. They fill me with glimpses of what the Father must feel when we approach Him with our imperfect words. He doesn’t chase us off, yelling, “Come back when you can say it right!”
No, He welcomes us, encourages us, teaches us in love according to the pace at which we can learn. He is ever patient and understands our speech even when it’s not perfect.
He hears our heart…and teaches us how to hear His.
But Jesus said, “Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them!
For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.”
Matthew 19:14 NLT
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I could use a hand here, Lord. Better yet, a foot. ~The Miracle Tree
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