Like a Little Child

Yesterday, Reed was digging around in some drawers of junk (er, storage?) and he was finding all sorts of treasures. He found new crayons, a little rubber duck and a Christmas decoration that never found it's way into the storage box. It's a small painting of the nativity given to me by a visiting teacher 10+ years ago. Reed carried it around all morning before church and asked me if he could have it. I said sure, not thinking much of it. With the craziness of late church I completely forgot about it at bedtime. Not Mr Reedus! He got out of bed, found it in the living room and told me he needed it in his room.

His bed is right next to this train table. You could just see his little mind working about what the set up should be and how he could get it to work. The frame does not have a stand on the back so he looked around his room, found this dinosaur and set it up facing his bed. He told me, all he would have to do it look towards Baby Jesus and he would feel safe. In his prayer, he asked that he could remember it was there to look at. Don't you just love the fierce dino behind Jesus? Priceless.

'Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.' Psalm 61:2

I have a similar painting on my wall. It's the first thing you see when you enter in the front door. A dear friend gave this to me a few months ago. It's a priceless gift because of the strength it gives me. We talked about how Christ is holding one, or lifting another. Just like this photo. Holding me, lifting you or the other way around.  If we seek after Him, He will guide us, comfort us and show us the way. He will lead us to the higher rock. I can't tell you how many times this painting has comforted me, just like the small one for Reed. He is here. He is close. He knows me. He knows you. And I'm grateful.