Jesus Loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white,
All are precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world.
Recently I've been thinking a lot about children.
On October 1st we were blessed with a new baby grandson - our 7th grandchild.
As I held this little one, only hours after he was born,
I marveled again at the whole miracle of birth.
This precious little boy has, from conception, everything vital to life, everything needed to become an adult. How is it that his heart was made with not only the ability to pump the blood his body needs to feed its cells but the capacity to do this without any conscious effort on his behalf? How do cells multiply so that this tiny heart increases in size to meet the needs of his growing body?
His features reflect those of his parents and yet he is unique -
there is no other child just like him.
He breathes, eats, sleeps and cries - he feels pain, comfort and warmth.
Soon he will respond with a smile to a friendly face and will crawl and walk and run.
His brain will enable him to learn and understand not only what is seen and taught but also intangible things that he will sense and respond to.
All this and so much more - what a miracle of God's creation and how God blesses all of us through his presence in our family..
Then last week we attended the funeral of our friends' dearly loved granddaughter.
This little girl, only a few years old, was a beautiful child,
so pretty with her dark hair and expressive eyes.
She too breathed, ate, slept and cried. She felt pain, comfort and warmth.
However right from birth, there were complications, many issues that restricted her ability to grow and develop, to speak, to walk, to learn.
Despite these issues she too was God's perfect creation -
designed with a purpose and given as a gift to her family.
As her family shared her story, as we saw pictures of her daily activities,
we could see that she brought joy and meaning to those around her.
She was as precious to her family as our grandson is to us.
I don't know the answers to the "Why" questions.
Why one child lives, and another doesn't, why one child can walk and talk and another can't. However I do know God, the One who created each life.
I choose to believe that He values each child and
that He does nothing without love and compassion.
As the song says,
"All are precious in His sight".
There is design and purpose to all He creates and
I will praise Him for His marvelous workmanship.
Psalm 139:13-17 TLB
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body, and
knit them together in my mother's womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! It is amazing to think about.
Your workmanship is marvelous- and how well I know it.
You were there while I was being formed in utter seclusion!
You saw me before I was born and scheduled each day of my life
before I began to breathe.
Every day was recorded in Your Book!
How precious it is Lord to know you are thinking about me constantly!