Friday, August 7, 2009
4 of 8 was one of them.
Confession: I didn't just wonder. I waded in worry.
She hears from God.
She sings to Him. He tells her where the cat's lost collar is. She is a pray warrior. He answers. She receives insights beyond her years. God is her very present help as she listens and speaks what He reveals to her heart.
And hearing aids are taken out and handed to a mom.
Because there is no reason for artifice, no reason for external helps when one steps into the water. God knows us just as we are, skimpy eyelashes, near-sightedness, deformed cochleas and all. We are equal sinners when we step into those healing waters, all coming out looking like wet cats. But the joy and the glory of that washing renders a glow and a peace like no other.
Our tender God puts us in the baby bath of faith and washes us clean.