Good Morning people, and happy Friday to you. May you be blessed today. As some of you will know, I (Jacqui) am involved in leading a monthly Celtic style service in our Church. This month as we planned, the Lord led us to a theme of "Come as a Child" As I meditated this, and looked for something to read out - the Lord led me to write a new poem. I will be reading it on Sunday, but today you get to have it as your TT meditation :) I pray it will bless you and encourage you to dace with Abba-Father today xxxxxx COME AS A CHILD. Matthew 18: 3 And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” To become like a LITTLE CHILD. A little one, small, vulnerable, dependant. Not a person cynicised by the world But one in whom innocence still resides. One who has not lost the ability to be captivated by simplicity And who can still see Profound Beauty In that which more “experienced” eyes have come to regard as MUNDANE. Not yet robbed of the ability to enjoy pure joy and to express it freely, With that bell like laughter that brings tears to the eyes of the ears that hear. The breathless, unhindered, exhausting, all-encompassing laughter That sends little legs to jelly, and the nappied-bottom thumps – unsupported – to the floor. Close our eyes - we can still hear our little ones laughing like that, But not ourselves - an experience that time has wiped from our memory. To cry – wholehearted sobs – when hurting Not caring what others may think of the tears, the red face, the noise. For newness to be FULL OF WONDER, and for EVERYTHING to be new….. so that EVERYTHING is WONDERFUL! Every plant, insect, flavour, Every temperature in the mouth an experience to savour The wind – something to drink in Puddles – something to jump in Sunshine and rain – both there to dance in Leaves to scrunch in, Snow to roll in … and turn the face up into So that it would sting the skin and tingle on the tongue. And to love…. Oh to love like a little child … A child who has never met the relative in whose arms she safely nestles Instinctively responding to the overwhelming love of the heart beating, So close to those tiny ears. Loving because she knows she is loved. Never taught “this one LOVES me” – She loves for she is loved. And SO MUCH MORE does our Father in Heaven LOVE us SO come, dear one, to him Change, turn again, become as his LITTLE CHILD and run into his arms For his ears are waiting to hear your laughter, your tears, your wonder And His heart is waiting for you to rest upon its chest and listen to its drumbeat. Run to Him, you are his little child. Jacqui Norman 10.7.2013
Posted on: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 09:12:24 +0000
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