And then I think of our Heavenly Father who knew the whole plan from start to finish and who loved Jesus more than we can imagine. I admit the Trinity still ties my brain in knots to wrap my mind around God the Father sending God the Son to earth to be born of a virgin and to die on a cross for me.
While I always had empathy for Mary and Joseph and our Heavenly Father who watched as their child die, I have to say having actually lost a child to death brings a new dimension of compassion for the parents of Jesus...both earthly and heavenly. It also has kept me on my knees throughout this Christmas season thanking God in a way I've never prayed before. I loved my Daddy and I cannot wait to see him again in heaven but the loss of a child is even more painful than I had ever imagined. I am so thankful that Jesus guarantees me that I will see Lynda again and that she is perfect and happy and loved. How would a parent keep from losing his or her mind if he believed that the grave was the end? Thankfully, Jesus has provided the sacrifice that turns death into a new beginning. For Lynda...she is now a new creature and capable of so many things she could never do during her forty-one years on earth.
When Mary touched her baby's face I wonder if she realized completely that she was touching the face of God? As I touched my baby's face as she was leaving for heaven, I knew that she was about to see the face of God!
Oh, what a wonderful God we serve! Oh, how He loves you and me.
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