The Milk of the Word
If my son would refuse to nurse day after day, he wouldn’t grow. My milk is his fuel for growth. Just the same way, if we don’t read the Word, we won’t grow in the Lord. The Word is the fuel in our Christian walks.
If my son would refuse to nurse day after day, he wouldn’t grow. My milk is his fuel for growth. Just the same way, if we don’t read the Word, we won’t grow in the Lord. The Word is the fuel in our Christian walks.
And in a brief moment, with rolling eyes…
I judged him.
Such a simple action. A moment in the mind. We evaluate and we label and we measure. By whose standards?
I had him all figured out from a few interactions. This complex child of God.
Spoken identity is changing the perception of someone from an under role to one of great importance.
Is this not what the Lord does for us? Breathes life, character, identity, being, and importance into us – HIS creation?
As representatives of the Creator, can we do this for others? Do this outside of the costume room – from life’s backstage?
The End.
The End.