Tonight I got to hold a 7-week old baby boy and it was quite exciting. If you really think about it, babies live lives of complete contemplation for a great long while before they are actually useful for anything. Studying the intricacies for the human face, the ceiling, their own fingers, the reaction of mommy and daddy give when I make this noise.....etc. And if you sense some envy on my part towards them, you'd be right.

But when I got home I was struck with a thought by the Spirit. The Lord father must have such a time watching we, his babies, learn and develop. Yes, from the very beginnings of faith and the adoption process into His family as sons. As we begin to start and stumble. As we follow cookie trails that lead to His lap. Finding precious presents where and when we least expect them. Receiving His discipline, and being thankful for it even if it takes years. Rebelling and running away and finding out we could never truly escape His kingdom and the powerful love that forever changed our heart into something much brighter, something more like His own.

Perfect father, come and hold us now.

"Since therefore the children share in flesh and blood, he himself likewise partook of the same things, that through death he might destroy the one who has the power of death, that is, the devil, and deliver all those who through fear of death were subject to lifelong slavery."
Hebrews 2:14-15