The shrill sound of a whistle pierced the air again.
“Traveling”. His fists clenched and my
heart sank as I watched his pain seep out through the cracks of the lid. He
tried hard to keep it all down under, but the boiling threatened to explode at
any moment. He was “not good enough”… working harder than anyone out there and
losing the joy of the game.
How can I tell him he’s already good enough? “Play
like it doesn’t matter how you do. Play like it’s just fun.”
What a picture of my own struggle. I need to hear
those words over my life too. “Play like it doesn’t matter how you do. Play
like it’s just fun.” So much of the pressure falls off when I let Jesus whisper
that into my ear. He tells me I’m already loved, already pleasing to Him
because Jesus died for my sins and made me perfectly right with Him.
I find it challenging at Christmastime to find a gift
for someone who doesn’t need anything. It is easy to give to those with lots of
visible needs, but a gift brings less joy when it’s perceived to be unneeded.
One of the benefits of having a prodigal child is that I am regularly forced to
see the “in my face” truth of my neediness. It’s not only “in my face” but it’s
also out there for others to see.
When my children
were little I found comfort in a sign on a friend’s refrigerator that said “If
parents were perfect, their children wouldn’t need God.” I think I could add
another sign… “If parents were perfect they wouldn’t need God.
I need God. And one of the worst places I can be is
away from that truth. There is a sweet spot that can be found somewhere in the
middle of recognizing my total inadequacy to meet my child’s deep needs. It can
also be found when I feel like I have nothing to write, no answers, no strength
to hold my own head up, let alone anyone else’s. It is that wonderful place
where my thirsty heart soaks up the words of Luke 2:10,11…
“But
the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that
will be for all the
people. Today in the town of David a
Savior has been born to you; he is Christ
the Lord.”
“Father God, You have given me the perfect gift—Jesus.
Thank-you with all my heart.
Jesus, I am a
sinner and lost without You.
You are my
Savior and I throw myself into Your arms
and cling to
Your neck with my whole being.
Thank-you for
loving me just as I am.”
What a beautiful post! As the mother of a prodigal daughter, I needed this reminder today! Thank you and God bless you! May our prodigals hear the whisper of the still small voice of Jesus calling them to himself. Have a blessed Christmas season.
ReplyDeleteThank-you Zosha. God bless you, too. And I pray with you that our children will hear Jesus' voice telling them how much He loves them.
DeleteThank you Susan .... This was so good for me today. You are such a blessing!
ReplyDeleteMelissa
Melissa, thank-you so much for letting me know. It's always encouraging to hear it encouraged someone. God bless you!
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