and a child shall lead them

Watering:

Psalm 8

Lord, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!

You have set your glory
in the heavens.
Through the praise of children and infants
you have established a stronghold
against your enemies,
to silence the foe
and the avenger.
When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?

Watching:

Through the praise of children and infants…

God builds forts. Tall, cool, impenetrable forts.

The goal, therefore, is to become a child again – trusting, depending, clinging, unassuming, starting each day brand new.  New hope. New excitement. New wonder.

Yeah, right. Like that’s an easy thing to do.

So  I guess the real question would be: How? How is this possible. What can we do for this to be true?

When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers…”

Consider.

Remember.

whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—

think about such things.

Wondering:

If I take time with the Lord, really take time — bring out the coffee, turn down the lights, make my Everythings wait quietly with him inside the pages of his word… how can I not end up but praising Him?

If I quiet myself —  stop the flow of self thoughts and fill them with His thoughts. Let my brain and my heart chill long enough to find a language they both understand… how will His love not burst forth with healing on His wings?

If I allow myself to think beyond my Now to all the things He has already has done and is doing. Let myself soar with Him through the stars, on Sun’s first rays, in the falling snow… how can I not help but be amazed over and over again?

Being an adult is overrated. I choose to become a child again.

God almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth, my Provider, Prince of Peace, Everlasting Father, King of Kings, Jehovah, Savior, the Great I Am, Abba… He’s my dad.

He made me. He knows me. He loves me.

The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child will lead them.

… That’s is more than enough to make my heart sing.

Waiting:

Lord, I will consider all the works of your hand… and I will praise you. Let’s build a great big fort, Daddy. You can use my praise to silence “the foe and the avenger.” Let it be so.

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