Humility
The
tiny baby under the KING’s cloak survived and physically flourished under the KING’s
nourishing fatherhood. Now, I said she flourished physically – but it was not
so in her soul. Too young to remember her rescue from the palace steps, her
soul had fury in it Her heart knew it had been abused, rejected and abandoned
and was disconsolate. Small though she was, this fury sometimes broke out in
her and she tasted bitterness as she clenched her angry fists and reacted with
pushing hands.
Such
was the kind of storm raging in her one morning while she was planting springs
seeds. Her whole body shook like an earth quake as she pounded the dirt with
her seed stick and then stomped the ground. The tears came following fast. The KING
watched paternally from the door of the goat shed – for he saw all things. He
sighed deeply and walked to his little maid and knelt in the fresh earth next
to her. Her face turned down to the ground and her shoulders were rigid as he
lifted her face in his hands he said; Your
anger, bitterness and jealousy are separating you from my love. There’s no room
in your soul for my love. I want you to run with all your might into my arms
when your heart is having a terrible storm. Then, as I hold you tight in my
arms the storm will be squeezed dry and you will only feel my love.
But,
those little hands pushed the KING’s hands away and then pushed out her chest
and started to plant those seeds with a new fury. The KING, being so wise, knew
he couldn’t reach her heart at that moment. Therefore, he finished cleaning the
goat shed, chopping the wood and fixing the midday meal before this small maid
would collapsed on the ground, frustrated and exhausted.
Suddenly,
the KING was holding her small tear-stained face in his oversized hands and scooping
her up in his long arms. He sat with her nesting in his lap in a large rocking
chair on the front porch and sang a song whose notes soaked up her tears – now,
she would listen. Her fists were limp as he softly said; Yes, you were left for the vultures to devour, but I have rescued you
and chosen freely to be your Father - to love you. All your work earns you not
one measurement of my love. Will you allow me to provide and protect you? It
gives me such pleasure.
Yes,
she would stop trying to earn her bread and cheese at the table. When the storm
in her soul returned she would remember his song and run into his arms. It’s a
mistake to think that very small people are too young to learn very large
lessons of life. The small maid, not yet five years of age, was already learning
in the KING’s meticulous mentoring care. What could he have in mind for this
adopted child?
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