Anyone who has come within three feet of me during this last year knows—I am a new grandmother. For years my friends have boasted, bragged, brought bushels of pictures, and blew their noses crying over their grandchildren. I now know what the hubub is all about! I admit it—I am one “crazy in love with my granddaughter” woman.
There is such an innocence about a baby; so helpless, but so full of life—ever depending on another human being to care for them and meet their every need. I think this is what our Heavenly Father meant when He said, “...Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me…”(Matthew 19:14a KJV) and unless we “...become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven…” (Matthew 18:3b KJV). My earthly father has passed away, but my Heavenly Father will always be there and will never forsake me.
Has pride, anger, bitterness, or perhaps, resentment kept you from wrapping your arms around His loving everlasting arms and saying “Abba, Father,” to my Father? Life is too short, my brothers and sisters, to harbor unforgiveness and just plain sin. Let your Father know today that you are sorry, ask for His forgiveness, and anyone else’s for that matter.
He only wants us as we are—innocent babies—willing to let the Father take control of our lives. It’s amazing how He can love me, but He does! We are, after all, the same as my precious grandbaby—a diamond in the rough!
Grandchildren are the crowning glory of the aged;
parents are the pride of their children.