Last night I was praying and journaling. My heart was on my seven year old: Camden. I was admitting to the Lord and myself what a bad habit I have developed of not really listening when he talks. I refused to push it to the back of my mind and really, really thought about all of the times he talks to me and I distractedly say, "uh-huh" or sometimes not even that, while I continue whatever I am doing. I was slapped with what that must be doing to his little spirit. He loves me. He wants to share with me what is going on in that amazing brain of his and I am "screaming" I don't care with my more than obvious lack of interest. I begged the Lord's forgiveness and asked Him to please heal the wounds that I have caused. Please, Lord fill him with your love and acceptance where I have failed him. As I closed my journal, my heart was heavy with remorse. I picked up my Bible, but then remembered that I had already read it that day so I started to put it back down. At the last second, I thought, well since I have it in my hand, I'll just let it fall open and read a few verses wherever it opens.
The Bible opened to the last page of Hosea. Here are the first two sentences that were on the page...
"He will flourish like the grain. He will blossom like a vine, and his fame will be like the wine of Lebanon."
In my heart, I feel at Jesus' feet. "Thank you, my merciful Savior. You will take care of my little guy. He will flourish. He will blossom, and He will do all the amazing things you have called him to."
I flipped to the page before to read the whole chapter and saw that the chapter was titled, "Repentance to bring Blessing." How perfectly appropriate. How perfectly God.
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