What’s the price of a pet canary? Some loose change, right? And God cares what happens to it even more than you do. He pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail—even numbering the hairs on your head! So don’t be intimidated by all this bully talk. You’re worth more than a million canaries.
Matthew 10:29-31 MSG
Don’tcha just love the Message bible? I know, I know. It’s hard to believe something so easily understandable is God’s Word – but it IS!
And yes – there is a lot of controversy about it’s accuracy. Let me ask you this? Better for someone to read the Message bible or no bible? Boom. There ya go.
Anyway.. on to the devotion.
Lucy has been teething here the past couple of days. I mean.. BAD teething. As in she screams. She’ll be happy, and then SCREAMING. Poor baby girl. I think she’s getting in 4 teeth. At once.
It is so very hard for my heart to take her screams. I have a hard time listening to them. I almost cry at every wail.
But I can’t do this for her. I can’t pull the teeth in any faster. I can’t numb the pain completely. I give her tylenol. I give her baby orajel. I’m going to go buy some teething tablets later today. But she’s still gonna hurt.
This is a walk she has to make on her own.
Doesn’t mean I love her any less… does it?
Do you see where I’m going here?
Just because we experience pain, or suffering, or turmoil, doesn’t mean God loves us any less. It means He loves us a million times more than we could ever imagine, but it’s just something WE have to do. It’s what our plan was.
One day Lucy will walk up to me, (She’s still having trouble taking more than 2-3 steps at this point) and she will smile and I’ll see a mouthfull of teeth. But not right now.
One day you will walk up to God, and smile, (hopefuly with a mouthfull of teeth too!) and you’ll finally understand why the things you dealt with were yours to deal with, but until then, just praise God anyway.
He knows the number of hairs on your HEAD!
Not even your mama knew that. As much as I’d like to know that about my Lucy, I’m not going to strap her down with ductape and start counting her little soft baby hairs. But my God, and her God, already knows. He knows.
And He loves her desperately. More than me. And He knows she’s hurting, but he also knows its something she’s gotta do. I’d much rather her experience this, than be 12 and have no teeth.
We need to grow up in the same way. We have to learn that we are loved no matter what.
You are loved.
YOU are loved.
I am loved.
Ok, now really say it.
I am loved.
Yes.. Outloud. (you can whisper it if you are at work…)
I AM LOVED.
There. Makes your day better huh?