I have to start off by saying that although we love the atmosphere of the festive season, we don’t do Christmas… or Easter. In our opinion (it may be different than yours, I realize that and respect your opinion) it is man-made celebrations to make money and keep our eyes off the bigger picture. The Tooth Fairy and Halloween is also not welcome in our house, together with Valentine’s day, Mother’s day and Father’s day. Continue reading The Greatest Love Story
If you know my history with cars you will understand my reference to my big white car. We had to take our big white car in for repairs. The radiator had a hole in and I had to check the temperature often to make sure it is not overheating when I drive.
I dropped off my husband at the radiator garage and drove back alone in our old green car (not as old as the big white car but still about 17 years old).
As I drove through the city there were cars everywhere… taxis and people walking, definitely not a place I feel safe driving alone. At one traffic light a police man came to me, I opened the window and he told me the car was overheating… and then I saw the red light on the dashboard and the steam coming from the engine!
My dear child
I created the heavens and earth. I sent My Word and it was done. I put Adam and Eve on it to have a relationship with me. Throughout the years my people has come to me, and turned away. They repented and turned away again… so many times have I forgiven them. I sent My Son to pay the prize and it was done. Jesus paid the ultimate prize because I love you.
Even before I created the earth I designed you. I planned every part of you; I planned you to be unique.
I rejoice over you and want to spend time with you. I know you don’t always know what to do or say, but I want you to rest in Me. I want to be part of your life; I want to be part of every part of your life. I want to greet you when you wake up and I want to put you to bed. I want to help you in your challenges and I want to rejoice with you over victories. I want to hold you when you are alone and give you strength when you are weak.
When my baby was born a year ago, I wanted to make him a “space capsule”, adding some things from his birth day (like a newspaper, some technology that will be long outdated by the time he is 18 and a letter for him). As it turned out we didn’t buy a newspaper (I am saving a magazine from that month) and I never wrote the letter. The idea was to keep it save and give it to him on his eighteenth birthday. I never found time to write the letter before his birth and decided to do it today, one year later.
Here it is:
My dearest son
I believe all children are miracles and experienced it first-hand when we see you grew and developed inside me. Week by week we read what was forming and for the first time I understood what David meant in Psalm 139, talking about God knitting us together in our mothers’ womb.