Camden, Colson, Caiden and Christian, this post is for you.
Remember the little boy behind your house that you would play with. Your mommy shared with me that she was sad when he moved away.
She didn’t always feel that way. He had bad language, bad manners and would break your things. She was protecting you. Then she realized that she needed to love him. And that meant embracing him into your house. Teaching him, loving him but it also meant sending him home when he didn’t respect the house rules. And watching him with a sad face walk slowly home. It also meant asking him if he had eaten breakfast long after she had cleaned up the breakfast dishes.
Now she is wondering…
…did I love him enough
…was Jesus enough
I want to tell her and you that you all did plenty.
Someday, God will whisper his name, just as He will you. And that little boy next door will remember.
He will remember…
…playing with you
…getting fed when he was hungry
…the rules, that while he didn’t like, told him was loved
…the kind words that were spoken
He may not remember her name, or yours, but he will remember the love that was Christ through you
How do I know this? Because I was like that little boy. Someone came into my life for a very brief time when I was young. She would come and take me to church. I don’t remember what I learned there. I don’t remember her name. What I do remember is how safe and loved I felt when I was with her. God used that to call my name.
So I want you and your mommy to remember…
The King will reply, Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.
Remembering. On the Journey. Jackie