I have been Blessed with 8 Precious Children, 5 Sons, 3 Daughters, all adults now. Many decades ago, through terrible circumstances that I will not attempt to describe here at the end of the Vietnam war, I was tragically torn-apart from My Precious Children.
My Precious Children needed me and I couldn’t rescue them. I had to just stand there knowing my Children would suffer at the hands of others. It was more than I could bare – I had no idea how to cope with such devastating loss.
All in an instant the Holy Spirit ministered to me in what was the most supernatural way I had ever felt Him. What was conveyed was, “Dennis, do you now have some vague understanding of what I went through when strangers beat my Son senseless? I had to watch my Son suffer in ways you’ll never have to.” This thought was more than profound, but it was what He said next that almost brought me to my knees instantly.
He said, “I know how much you love your children and how their tears hurt you. But you can’t comprehend how much I love mine. And I endured his tears and suffering for you.”
I closed my eyes and saw red words from my Bible that said,
“…Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” that is “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (Matthew 27:46)
I was reunited with My Children and All 8 of my Precious Children are adults now and most with Children of their own.
Along the way, it dawned on me the that sometimes I didn’t even see them as babies, I just saw their standing in my family. I’d do anything for My Precious Children. As they were growing up, I would have to step back from time to time and remind myself that they are completely unable to relate to a single thing that happens in my life. I could not confide in them or ask them for advice. I could never ask them for a favor or lean on them during a rough spot. But I loved each one enough to die for them the minute they were born. My love for them changes as they each grow, but I don’t love them more. My love for them is 100% unconditional, and 100% of what I have to give.
I felt God say to my spirit, “I love you. I love you EVEN THOUGH you’re a baby. You can’t relate to me. You’re incapable of understanding anything at my level. But when I look at you I don’t see baby Dennis. I see a family member. Dennis, no matter how spiritually immature you are, you’re part of my family.
I was reminded of 1 John 3:1 which says,
“See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are.”
I’m starting to realize that My Precious Children were given to me so that God could use each of them to help raise me.
Praise God, Praise God, Praise God!!!
KEEP LOOKING TO JESUS!!!