The other day at church, in between songs our worship leader asked us to close our eyes and picture ourselves with Jesus. It was really easy to slip into the familiar pictures of what this should look like ~ to be a small child sitting in the arms of God on his big throne or having Him look down at me as we hold hands walking… but something was different this time.
I can’t say for sure where we were. It felt as if we were in many different places all at once… looking across the horizon as the red sun setting over an Africa plane, feeling the humidity of the jungles of Latin America, and even standing in the heavens. But it didn’t really matter where we were. The biggest difference this time was that I was not a child. I was dancing with Jesus, and I was exactly how old I am today. I was just as tall, the same length of hair, I looked exactly as I do today.
Last week a group of us were sitting around the table talking and I came to the realization that so many of us continue to see God as our Father, which = us as children. But the reality is that you do not have to be 5 years old in order to be a child. I am 27 years old, live on the other side of the States from my parents, pay my own bills, make my own decisions, and yet I am still their child. It is the same with God. He will always be my Father, but He no longer sees me as a ‘baby’. It is time for me to no longer picture myself that way either. I am no longer the little blonde haired, blue eyed baby girl who is spun around while she holds tightly to Christ’s hands. I can now stand on my own two feet and gently be lead in a beautiful dance across the nations and into the heavenly places.
