Before we had faces And we had no voice at all When no one else could see us And we were small – small – small God pulled out the plans He’d made And Laid them out to see And then traced out the pattern He would use for you and me First He penciled in some happy days To balance days of grief And over all he poured His grace To help our unbelief Then He stamped His image on our hearts And He signed the bottom line So we would be delivered At exactly His own time! Before We Had Faces by Peter Caligiuri Copyright ©2022 All Rights Reserved
Oh God I wonder how you know And why you think of me When I am busy with small things And by none other seen While flowers bloom in back yards When sparrows feed at dawn Before our children wake to play And the dew is on the lawn You are with me on this pathway Walking beside through every mile Showing wounds that say You died for me So You could call me child Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into my side: and be not faithless, but believing. John 20:27 KJV Oh God I Wonder by Peter Caligiuri Copyright © 2022 all rights reserved
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Psalm 127:4 ESV
One pitfall of growing older is wishing we could hold on to our children (both spiritual and physical). We loved the days when we held them on our laps to tell them stories. Such longing too quickly turns to depression, guilt or blaming someone for the change. But as today’s verse tells us, our offspring are not furniture for our homes or precious jewels to be kept in a safe deposit box. They are arrows which the good Lord has entrusted to our hands for a season. Arrows that stay in the quiver during life’s battles aren’t doing what God intended.
Of course, we innately know this about the kiddos who grow up in our homes. The big guy with the cowboy hat is our youngest son and we are delighted that he isn’t sleeping on our sofa eating nachos and watching tv! But, for those of us who have served in ministry it is far more difficult with spiritual children. We pray for them, weep with them, visit them in the hospital and eat at the same table in their homes. And then one day they are gone. It feels as if we did all the hard work and someone else now gets to enjoy the benefits! But the reality is they never belonged to us at all. They were God’s and He gave us the enormous privilege of having them as arrows in our hands for just a little while. We have put them on our bowstring, aimed them at the target and now they are flying towards the goal that God has for them. Be encouraged today that whether you are struggling in letting go of natural or spiritual children, that God keeps records. They may think of us little, never call or even remember that we taught them to fly. But flying is what God has intended. It is a beautiful sight, and He always remembers and rewards our labor of love!