Bringing Our Father Joy
One of our sons-in-law has a fun and productive hobby. He raises sheep. Their family has enjoyed a productive lambing season, as their flock of seven has grown to fourteen this year. A joy of my winter has been receiving texts with pictures of our little granddaughters holding yet another set of twins.
I’ve been itching to see the lambs in person. I got my chance a few days ago. I was so excited when the idea of actually holding one myself came up, that my eyes got misty. My joy overflowed when my five-year-old granddaughter offered to catch one for me.
Sure enough, she caught one and brought it to me. I was again overjoyed.
Think how the Father must feel when we bring our little lambs to Him.
Then some children were brought to Him
so that He might lay His hands on them and pray;
and the disciples rebuked them.
But Jesus said, “Let the children alone,
and do not hinder them from coming to Me;
for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”
After laying His hands on them,
He departed from there.
Joe’s favorite stuffed animal was a little lamb he called “Little Lost Lamb Loved”–the name taken from a Bible ABC’s book that was also his favorite! 🙂