Last week I realized a great metaphor for how we are separated and are reunited with God. Last Monday, my brother and SIL left in the morning for their church staff retreat/cruise. Monday night when Austen woke up from her nap, she had a little fit because she realized that her mommy and papa were not there. My mom held her tight and rocked her so she could feel safe, but I couldn't watch: it broke my heart to see the pain she was going through. Throughout the week, she would have moments every now and then, when her eyes would get all glassy and her lower lip would come out a little bit, and she would say softly, "Mommy?" But then within a few minutes we could calm her down. As her caretaker, I was eagerly awaiting Friday morning when her parents would return, not necessarily for my sake (I loved hanging out with her!), but for hers. I wanted to see the reunion and feel how what was broken would be restored. And it WAS awesome. Smiles and tears all around.
Then I thought how much like our relationship with God is to what Austen went through last week. We used to walk with God (well, Adam and Eve did) in the garden, but then we were separated from Him. I always wonder if Adam and Eve felt that pain of separation. Every once in awhile, in our lives, we feel that pain - Romans 8:23 says this: "Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies." I have read that verse several times and felt, yes! I am so WEARY of this world, get me out! But the beautiful thing is in my role as a caretaker, I had knowledge that Austen would be restored to her parents; and we as Christians have knowledge that God will give us new bodies and will create a new Earth. AWESOME!
Friday morning, we were having breakfast, and my mom made a motion for us to pray. Austen had already started eating her yogurt, so we just put our hands on each side of her high chair. A few seconds into the prayer, I felt squishy fingers closing around my own hand, and I looked up: Austen was praying with us! I was so overcome by awe I probably could have teared up. She understood what we were doing and I hope she continues to model after her parents in their pursuit of Christ!
Friday evening, after we flew back to KC, I went directly to the church for our youth retreat. It was pretty awesome - I'm beginning to see how mature my girls have become and REALLY enjoying their discussions, questions, and views on their lives. And I also realized we need to have a "boy night" to talk. But anyways, after a long, but fun, weekend, I am now HOME and RESTED. I haven't been home for 10 days, and it feels good. I just hope I can get back into the groove of work/internship again! :)
And here's a few pics from the week, all of 'em are on facebook:
Singing in the bathtub
Swinging at the park!
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