Portable God


A sudden intake of air is followed by a squeal. “Mommy!!!” My baby girl calls my name and her feet do a dance on the mattress of her crib. She runs across the crib and grabs her bear, scooting back to the rail as quick as she can, lifting one arm for me to lift her.

She motions with her other arm wrapped tightly around her coveted animal. “Bear wif us,” she tells me. “Bear wif us.” She repeats herself until I assure her that bear can come “wif us” to get some breakfast downstairs…

Join me today at the Cafe. Click HERE to read the rest of my devotion.

And would you allow me to ask for prayer? I’m preparing to go to New Mexico next week for a writer’s conference. I will be taking two book proposals with me. Would you pray for the following requests:

-Baby Grace is sick today. Please pray I am able to finish all preparations for the trip.

-Pray the rest of the family, including me, will stay healthy.

-Pray for God to go before me and prepare a way.

-Pray for His will to be done.

-Pray protection for me as I travel, but also for my family back home.

-Pray for my friend Amy, who is traveling with me. Her son has epilepsy. Pray for noseizures while she is gone.

Thank you sweet friends! I love you!

Carol

She Looks Like Me


“She looks just like me,” my five-year-old crooned as she hung over the play mat where her baby sister smiled and kicked her feet. Just the day before my son had compared his baby picture to his tiniest sister and said the same. My mother-in-law inspected her newest grandbaby looking for telltale family signs and was pleased when she found a little divot on the baby’s bottom lip just like hers.

Don’t tell any of them, but baby Grace really looks like me. After birthing two little clones of my husband, it’s about time. More often than not, friends and strangers alike tell me, “She looks just like you.” I grin and say, “You think?” secretly knowing she does.

But why is it that each of us wants to see ourselves in the baby? God made us that way.

So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. Genesis 1:27 NIV

God wanted the same thing from us. He made us in His own image, so we would look like Him. He doesn’t look down and say, “Awww. Carol has my green eyes,” or “Alan is tall just like me.” He looks at our heart, and there in the depths of our soul, our Lord looks for a little piece of himself. He searches for resemblance. And when He finds it, He is very pleased – just like I am when I see myself in my baby girl.

God saw himself in David. ‘I have found David son of Jesse a man after my own heart; he will do everything I want him to do.’ Acts 13:22 NIV David had a heart for God. That doesn’t mean David always did what was right, but he always repented and returned to God. It was this true sense of obedience and love for his Lord that pleased God.

The more I see of myself in my daughter, the happier I am. Don’t you bet God feels the same? Like David, sometimes our hearts may reflect our Lord more than others. How much do you resemble your Heavenly Father today?

Carol

Wishes Granted



“Sovereign Lord, as you have promised, you now dismiss your servant in peace.” Luke 2:29-32 NIV

I walked in the door tightly gripping my newborn child. It was as if I were presenting a gift to the queen; my pride soared.

“Grandmother,” I called, letting her know I was there. “I’ve brought someone to see you.” I held out my tiny pink-clad daughter almost forgetting her eyesight had long ago failed, and then quickly placed the baby in her outstretched arms. A smile lit up her paled wrinkled face as she felt the sleeping child before her.


My husband grabbed the camera and recorded the moment with pictures. My mom and aunt followed with their cameras. My dad, who had been sitting with Grandmother that day, had listened to her ask for me all morning. She wondered if I was bringing the baby to meet her. She was waiting. Dad sat down at the table and watched as his red-rimmed eyes leaked tears.

It had become increasingly obvious to us over the last few weeks that perhaps my grandmother was holding on to meet the newest member of our family. My ninety-four year old grandmother had been close to death for three months. But she just kept hanging on. She wanted to hold Grace.

Her wish was granted.

It was a Simeon moment.

The Bible tells us Simeon, like my grandmother, was righteous and devout. He was up in years, as well, the day he was led to the temple. The Holy Spirit revealed to him he would not die before seeing the Messiah. So when Mary and Joseph brought the baby to the temple that afternoon, Simeon took Jesus into his arms and praised God saying, “Sovereign Lord, as you have promised, you now dismiss your servant in peace. For my eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared in the sight of all people, a light for revelation to the Gentiles and for glory to your people Israel.” His wish was granted.

Last night I believe my grandmother uttered the same words. You now dismiss your servant in peace. One week after meeting baby Grace, Grandmother went to be with the Lord.

What a legacy she leaves. Today she is worshipping a God she can actually see. Praise God.

Frances Chapman King

January 19, 1915 – October 11, 2009

In awe of a woman like this and a God like mine,

Carol