God was gentle with me once again. He reminded me that I was His child and He loves me. He showed me how silly it would be if Grace tried to reach for something too high for her. She'd be grunting, groaning, straining, frustrated and putting herself in danger of falling.
"No, darling." I'd tell her.
"Let Mummy get it for you," I'd say. Duly chastised. Duly relieved. My heart, once again, sinks into the peace only God can give.
On Sunday (last), our Pastor, Ian Hussey, explained the concept of riding on eagle's wings. When a baby eagle gets to a certain stage, their mother pushes them out of their nest. They either flap their wings and learn to fly or they fall. The mother eagle watches them carefully and, as they fall or tire, she flies below them, catches them on her back and safely returns them to the nest. (See Exodus 19:4 and Deuteronomy 32:11)
That, to me, sounds more secure and comforting than having a net like acrobats have,... because not only am I being carefully supervised, but when I even start to look like falling, I am scooped up for a big hug from mum. That gives me the courage to try and keep on trying.
Jesus loves me this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to Him belong
They are weak but He is strong.
Yes! Jesus loves me!
Yes! Jesus loves me!
Yes! Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.
"You yourselves have seen what I did to Egypt, and how I carried you on eagles' wings and brought you to myself." Exodus 19:4
