Through the praise of children and infants
you have established a stronghold against your enemies,
to silence the foe and the avenger. (Psalm 8: 2)
That which is simple.
That which is sweet and innocent.
That which bubbles up in pure, excited response.
All that is wrapped in the joy-filled praise from a child’s heart is God’s idea of a strength against the enemy.
All that dimpled, spontaneous praise…
silences the darkest foe, the most fierce avenger.
Sometimes I get WAY too grown up for my own britches.
Sometimes I forget the simple joy of my salvation – how creation lit up from inside all around me, like someone turned the light on to make it glow. Like how the stars shone differently – winking at me like I was now ‘in’ on the secret, like I was now one of them. Like how every war torn, scarred and sad part of me was a child again – brand new – leaping, twirling, doing cartwheels and somersaults and all the while exclaiming, “Daddy, look at me! Daddy, watch this! You’re the best Daddy in the whole wide world!”
Sometimes I let myself grow up and I forget. I let myself get pushed and shoved into fear and the old, worn out demons of my past…
I would be wise to remember that my biggest weapon against all the Dark and Scaries is:
trusting and praising my big, big Daddy.
Daddy, I will remember… from the inside child, out to the woman you’ve made me, I will praise you.
Watering Today: Prov 9; Ps 8; Micah 1-4; Hebrews 1- 6