What I’m Learning about our Big God from my Little Girl
You can learn a lot about life through the eyes of a child. Not yet understanding the proper filters they are supposed to see the world through or the proper manner in which they are supposed to act, children give us a unique glimpse into not just how the world is, but how the world is meant to be. Through them, we learn that growth in the Kingdom of God is not by growing up, but actually by growing down:
At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” 2 And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them 3 and said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. 4 Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. (Matthew 18:1-4)
Here are three things that my little Girl is teaching me about our big God. I hope it helps you become great in the Kingdom of God by becoming little.
Every morning I wake up to “Mama…., Mama…., Dada…., Mama… (Notice, the emphasis on Mama over Dada). Because she is small, Lydia must depend on others to get her to where she wants to go in this life. She will continue to call out our names for 5, 10, 30 minutes. However long it takes until we come and get her. Her faith is persistent, not losing heart because what she wants is not immediately happening. Her faith is desperate, knowing that she needs something outside of herself to help her. Her faith is expectant, trusting that the object of her faith will eventually come through. Her faith in us teaches us that our faith is not in vain, because God alone is faithful.
Every morning I wake up worried about my lawn. My yard is a disaster. There are patches of dirt sprinkled in with crabgrass, weeds, sticks, toys, and dandelions. I have spent the last year of my life trying to kill all the dandelion weeds from our yard. Lydia has spent the last year of her life enjoying them. She loves to look at them, pick them, blow on them, and bring them into our house. What I see as evil, Lydia sees as good. She has a wonder and enjoyment about life that causes even the worst days to not seem so bad. She doesn’t know it yet, but she sees the world in light of the Resurrection. That eventually all bad things are going to come undone at the hands of Jesus. She sees the world not as it is, but as it was meant to be, full of wonder, joy, and beauty. Her hope in what is helps us to hope for what is to come, when God will make all things new (which hopefully includes my yard).
Every morning I wake up looking to what I need to do. I check my emails. I glance over my calendar and scan through social media to make sure I didn’t miss anything over the course of the night. Lydia wakes up looking for someone to love. Over Spring Break, we stayed in a house with college students in our ministry and every morning she woke up excited asking for, “Friends, Friends?” On the weekends, she wakes up, runs to the front door and screams “Hi Neighbors!” Lydia remembers what so many of us have forgotten: that life is ultimately about people to love, not things to do. Her love for others helps us to think of others over ourselves and remember a God whose “things” to do included loving us.
I know your days are busy and lives are full. I know your schedule is packed with responsibilities that are overwhelming and pressures that are constantly mounting. I know life is much simpler for a child that is taken care of and doesn’t have to worry about the things that you have to worry about.
But maybe it isn’t. Maybe you are taken care of too. Maybe you were meant to see life through the eyes of a child and see a God who takes care of His children:
“See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are.” (1 John 3:1)