This Easter has meant the most to me because of my three year old son. On the 14th of April, as we were at a red light, my son asked Jesus to live in his heart. We had been talking about Easter and why we celebrate such a wonderful day. After explaining that Jesus went up into the clouds after his time on earth again, Dean asked "where is he now?". I told him that Jesus is at the right hand of God in Heaven and also in our hearts when we ask him to live there and help us to daily do what is right instead of what is wrong. And after he said that he wanted Jesus to live in his heart, we prayed. Talk about one of the proudest moments ever!!!!
I know that he is still only three, and may not fully grasp what was done for his freedom. But I was saved at a very early age as well. I'll never forget that moment in my life, and I'm still learning about my freedom in Christ after being saved for 23 years (this year). But you have to start somewhere. And though I am not perfect in any way, living for Christ has helped me in the decisions I've had to make, and formed me into the person I need to be to hopefully help grow His kingdom. This weekend Dean has asked us to tell him the Easter story a number of times. And his latest response has been "Jesus forgives me when I do something wrong right?". After I say yes, he retells something he did during the day when he got in trouble and says, "Jesus will forgive me for doing that right?". So despite his age, I know he gets it. And as he keeps growing older, he'll keep "getting" it.
Another moment that happened today that nearly brought me to tears was while we were washing his hands. He looked up at me, and very seriously said, "Mom, I don't want holes in my hands like Jesus had." I put the towel aside, bent down on my knees and looked him in the eyes. It was such a joy to explain to him that Jesus had holes in His hands so that Dean wouldn't have to, and that Mom and Dad wouldn't have to. His sweet expression changed from concern and fear, to relief and joy. And it hit home again the life we have because of Christ. His death. His resurrection. His promises.
I understand I cannot protect my son from all pain or danger. Lord, I so know this. The child has had two broken arms and a busted chin. I hate to think what might await us as he plays sports. But the thing I don't have to worry about is if I'm not around, how will he make it? I was around when he broke both arms and busted his chin, and I couldn't prevent those hurts. But its not because of me that Dean will be okay, its because of Christ. I won't have to worry about losing my son to Hell and never seeing his sweet face again because God made a way. And no matter what trials and hurts he faces, whether I'm on this Earth to help him through them or not, Jesus will be with him. The scars in his hands, feet and side loudly say, "I died a humiliating, horrible death so that you could live, be healed and have peace". Oh what a Savior!!!!
No Son, there will be no holes in our hands even though we deserve them. But instead there are holes in the hands of a blameless, selfless and loving Savior. Oh how I long to kiss those hands...thank You, Jesus.
I know that he is still only three, and may not fully grasp what was done for his freedom. But I was saved at a very early age as well. I'll never forget that moment in my life, and I'm still learning about my freedom in Christ after being saved for 23 years (this year). But you have to start somewhere. And though I am not perfect in any way, living for Christ has helped me in the decisions I've had to make, and formed me into the person I need to be to hopefully help grow His kingdom. This weekend Dean has asked us to tell him the Easter story a number of times. And his latest response has been "Jesus forgives me when I do something wrong right?". After I say yes, he retells something he did during the day when he got in trouble and says, "Jesus will forgive me for doing that right?". So despite his age, I know he gets it. And as he keeps growing older, he'll keep "getting" it.
Another moment that happened today that nearly brought me to tears was while we were washing his hands. He looked up at me, and very seriously said, "Mom, I don't want holes in my hands like Jesus had." I put the towel aside, bent down on my knees and looked him in the eyes. It was such a joy to explain to him that Jesus had holes in His hands so that Dean wouldn't have to, and that Mom and Dad wouldn't have to. His sweet expression changed from concern and fear, to relief and joy. And it hit home again the life we have because of Christ. His death. His resurrection. His promises.
I understand I cannot protect my son from all pain or danger. Lord, I so know this. The child has had two broken arms and a busted chin. I hate to think what might await us as he plays sports. But the thing I don't have to worry about is if I'm not around, how will he make it? I was around when he broke both arms and busted his chin, and I couldn't prevent those hurts. But its not because of me that Dean will be okay, its because of Christ. I won't have to worry about losing my son to Hell and never seeing his sweet face again because God made a way. And no matter what trials and hurts he faces, whether I'm on this Earth to help him through them or not, Jesus will be with him. The scars in his hands, feet and side loudly say, "I died a humiliating, horrible death so that you could live, be healed and have peace". Oh what a Savior!!!!
No Son, there will be no holes in our hands even though we deserve them. But instead there are holes in the hands of a blameless, selfless and loving Savior. Oh how I long to kiss those hands...thank You, Jesus.
You brought me to tears. I love you so very much misti and am so proud of you! Dean has an amazing family and it is such a blessing to watch him grow!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I am so thankful Dean has parents who will raise him in the nurture and admonition of the Lord! and OH...what a Savior!
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful post =)
ReplyDeleteI can't even put into words what joy comes from seeing a legacy travel through generations. I watched Donnie's mom and dad pass on to him a great faith in a great God which I am now seeing pass on to my grandson! I concur 100% ... OH...what a Savior! I am so blessed!
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