Today I was reading Psalm 1 then Mat 13 about the parable of
the sower and the different kinds of soil. Which soil am I?...
I have almost always felt, when reading Scripture, that I fall short.
Always reminded for how I fail to live up to the high standards of Biblical righteousness. The high standards of a God who is Holy. And I always feel guilty
and sorrowful yet thankful that he loves me, died for me, chose me, and thus
saves me because I believe in Him.
But also in reading Barry Adams book “The Kingdom Belongs to
Little Children,” the chapter on comfort, something hit me this morning that is
so cool.
I said I struggle feeling like I fall short all the time. I
do, that is reality. But little children are short, right? They are supposed to
be, that is their nature. That's what makes them kids. I am also, by nature,
short,... and weak and needing help all the time in my relationship to God.
As parents we delight in helping our little children- “can't
reach that toy on the shelf, I’ll get it for you.” “You fell down? Come here, Let
me hold you.” We love doing this for our kids, it's our nature. It's God’s
nature, too, with us even as adults.
