Blessed and grateful, I’m in the midst of visiting my year-old twin granddaughters. As I flew towards them, my thoughts wondered how much they had grown and learned since last I held them. What I came to discover is how deeply the Lord uses a baby to remind us grown-ups of many a lesson. Truly, this last week has added new insight to the truth, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”. Matthew 18:3 (ESV)
For instance, may I share Becklynne and her “uppa blub blub” – her passey hanging from her tiny stuffed giraffe. Her treasured “uppa blub blub” is her port in all storms. Passeys may be a dime a dozen, but only “uppa blub blub” dries her tears, brings her security and comforts her when the world brings scarey moments. She clings to “uppa blub blub” as God created all, regardless of age, to cleave to Him.
There is profound wisdom in recognizing a baby, before the world can train her to have a stiff upper lip, possesses a soft, instinctive need to hold onto a chosen source for security and love. Is not this a beautiful picture of how we all should cling to God all the years of life? Why in our grown-up moments of trials and tribulations do we forget God, as our mainstay, is all we need to survive downfalls, defeats and destruction.
Good thing I have two pointer fingers. Both sisters reached for one when strutting in their faux fur trimmed cowgirl boots. The little misses are fascinated by their boots and want them on 24/7. However, the clumsy weight on their baby feet makes walking quite an off-balance task. It takes their baby hand wrapped around Grammy’s pointer finger to balance enough to walk without tumbling over. Are we not all created to hold God’s hand as we walk through all that throws us off balance too? A baby instinctively reaches for a finger before they take a step. This is a first action, not last effort. A wise lesson can be garnered from this.
Ellanora’s and Becklynne’s tiny bottoms have only to touch their highchairs, and their sweet little arms stretch out to hold those next to them. They pray before they eat. Would that we grown-ups would take as much delight in praying as they do.
To say the least, my visit with two one-year olds has been a blessing beyond measure. The hugs and snugs will forever warm my heart. The insight into their baby beings sharing Godly lessons will always burn brightly in my soul. And yes, this proud Grammy knows for sure these little ladies are God’s wisest of baby angels.
Uplifted in a Broken Down World 