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All it takes to be changed and moved by God’s word is to read the stories of people and places who knew Jesus, to read the stories of Jesus.

I believe the writers of God’s ancient yet beautiful words had in their minds that for generations to come, scripture would change us. Stories and teachings are different in small ways each time we read them. We’re softened in areas we need softening and corrected in the areas we’ve fallen prey to doubt, lost our way, maybe need a little empathy, not sympathy.

We come to God, to His word in different ways, different places each time we pause to read our Bible.

My house has no children now.

I pause a minute here.

They’re doing good things, learning new things, are doing them in new and bigger places.

The story of young Jesus in the temple had me standing right there with his mama, our arms linked.  Her son amongst scholars and leaders, was holding his own.

I read the verses and all I could do was think how overjoyed his mama must’ve been to find him; yet, wishing he’d never left her side, didn’t have to venture  in new directions.

I wonder if she longed to cradle him in her arms again. If she could go back to the miraculous starry night, would she if she could or did the sight of him speaking of His Heavenly Father overwhelm her?

Mary, the ultimate giver of roots and wings, an empty nest beyond compare.

Every year Jesus’ parents went to Jerusalem for the Festival of the Passover. 42 When he was twelve years old, they went up to the festival, according to the custom. 43 After the festival was over, while his parents were returning home, the boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem, but they were unaware of it. 44 Thinking he was in their company, they traveled on for a day. Then they began looking for him among their relatives and friends. 45 When they did not find him, they went back to Jerusalem to look for him. 46 After three days they found him in the temple courts, sitting among the teachers, listening to them and asking them questions. 47 Everyone who heard him was amazed at his understanding and his answers. Luke 2:41-47

I imagine Mary,  when after losing her son for three days, walking up to the temple and there he is!

She’s standing still, overwhelmed as she catches her breath.

I see her there, utterly enthralled.

His character, his voice and his pursuit of knowledge.

I can sense her knowing, her understanding, her acceptance.

There are things he will do, places he’ll go that she’d never know, not be able to go along. He won’t need her there.

Captivated, she listened and watched.

Something happens in a parent when the child they’ve raised speaks up, speaks for another or simply stands tall in crowd we’d be intimidated by.

It’s a beautiful moment to see.

Watching your child teach children with love and authority, speak with confidence, or demonstrate some act of kindness to another.

Take on a challenge you didn’t expect,

expecting to see it through.

Or maybe, if your children are adults like mine, they notice a place you could do better, tell you about it and you’re not offended by their truth.

You’ve taught them well, you decide.

So you, stand in the distance and watch when you can.

Finding joy in finding them again after being apart.

Captivated by them, God’s children, knowing

He’s watching them now.

  And he said to them, “Why were you looking for me?

Luke 2: 49

 Linking up with Jennifer Dukes Lee and her story of a time she thought herself as less than and now she knows so, so much better!

 http://jenniferdukeslee.com/put-brakes-today-happiness-hijacker/

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4 thoughts on “Watching God’s Children

  1. We are down to one child (out of five) left at home, although our 20-year old daughter Beth has gone and come and come and gone over the last two years, while working as a volunteer for British Youth for Christ.

    This week was different. After a summer of volunteering at various Christian events and one week looking after our nephew, Beth became a staff member with Youth for Christ. She will be leading the YFC Nomad cage football team that she has been part of for the last two years, travelling the UK to work in churches, schools, youth clubs, etc. But this week she is office based. The office is 40 miles from our home so she has been driving there daily. I can’t tell you how it felt seeing her leave for the office on Tuesday for the first time. All of her school friends chose to go to University. Beth, who was a straight A student, chose instead to serve God in a nomadic lifestyle that sees her and the other Nomad team members connect with thousands of young people each year. As parents we are so blessed by that.

    Thank you for this post Lisa, and the reminder to find joy in our children.

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