Come And Listen...

"Come to the waters edge all you, who know and fear the Lord. Let me tell you what he, has done for me, done for you, done for us." dc*b

The day I found out I was carrying my first child I was so anxious, excited, but mostly anxious. I was humbled beyond measure that the God of the Universe, would show favor on me and my husband and bless us with the responsibility of raising a child. The moment I heard his heart beat and then held him in my arms, I knew only one prayer to pray...

"God, I promise to give him back to you. I promise to try everything in my power to show him your Love and in my faults, you will still shine bright, so that he will follow you and walk blameless in your sight all the days of his life. Thank you for this gift..."

I have continued that prayer with the birth of our daughters as well. My one and only continual prayer has always been that our children will know and fear the Lord and they will shine bright to surround themselves with people who have the same goal, and they make it their life's mission to share the Word of God with others in their own lives by being the hands and feet of Christ.

September 29, 2011

Isaiah, came downstairs to the office with this particular glow and giddiness to him. His smile was electric and I knew he had something he wanted to say. He started by saying, he was looking at someone who was wearing brown shoes, had red-hair, glasses, jeans & a blue jacket. My response was, well that sounds a lot like me, silly. To that he said, "yep and I love her so much."  I gave him one of those bear hugs that sucks the breath right out of you, as he gasped to come up for air. I gave him a smile and said, "I love you too buddy, more than I could ever show." Then he said something that made me giggle. "You know, I've been baptized?!" I questioned that, seeing as he has not. We felt he had passed the age of being Christened recently and didn't want to confuse him, so we eventually decided to wait for when he was ready. Then, he simply said, "yea, tha shower!" I continued to giggle and said, well not really. "Well, I held my head back." By this point I was on the side of hysteria. I then said, well how are people baptized? (we believe it can be a number of ways; immersion, pouring, or sprinkling). His response was, "well the preacher holds you under the water for like 5 minutes and then brings you back up..." I said, well yea, it's kind of like that. But, why do people get baptized? He said with such a boldness and assurance, "because they have Jesus in their heart and they want other people to know too." I think my heart smiled so big that the hair of my head was in a semi-circle :) I then asked if that was something that he wanted. He again said so boldly "yes ma'am! But I'm a little anxious, all giddy inside like I'm shaking." All, I could do at this point was cry tears of such joy, I had goose-bumps and could only think that the Holy Spirit had found its way into the heart and soul of my precious little boy. It all began to make sense, why he seemed so electric when he placed his elbow on the office desk and gently laid his chin in his palm, smiling with all the Glory of the Holy Spirit. He then proceeded to tell me that "it had been spinning around-&-around in his head for a while" (while holding his finger up to his head and turning it ever so quickly at the joint). So, I asked him if he would like to pray a simple prayer of repentance and acceptance of Jesus Christ. He agreed. So before bed, Michael and I joined by Laura Ellen, laid hands on Isaiah and led him in a simple prayer that held such significance.

In that moment I thanked God for all of the blessings he has so graciously given me and my family. I thanked him for the joy, proclamation, and salvation of our 7 year old. I told a close friend that I never really understood or could even comprehend the promise God had made to Abraham all those years ago until I looked into the face of my first-born. Generations of generations will know the God of the earth and praise the Son of Man and God. I am part of that lineage and my children are too. Humbled and so unworthy I am, we are. 

I continue to pray that he will walk towards a strong relationship with Christ and that he will live a life that will reflect that. I also pray the same prayer for our daughters and know that God is always faithful in his promises.

We are scheduling the baptism of Isaiah soon. He has chosen to be poured and I can't wait for that moment. I discovered what we considered his birth scripture when he was just a baby. His birthday is 6.8.04. Isaiah 6:8 in the Old Testament reads, God said,"Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?" And, I said, "here am I, send me." 

We are not much on superstition or signs, but we do believe in the divinity of God and have always felt there is such meaning in his birth scripture and who he is. 

A baby boy will grow to be big and strong and enter a world full of doubt and uncertainty with the imprint of God on his heart and in his life. This is where his story begins and I feel certain he will one day be able to say, "Come and listen, come to the waters edge all you who know and fear the Lord, let me tell you what he has done for me...for you...for us..."