My daughter accepted Jesus as her Savior today. This was a decision that I’ve long prayed for, but never pressured her to make. After all, a pressured decision of this type isn’t real, and if it isn’t real, what’s the point? We had actually had a conversation about it last week, but I sensed that she wasn’t quite ready, so I opted to “plant seeds” and move on, trusting that when the time was right, she’d know. Apparently, the time was right this morning.
What’s so funny when a child makes Jesus their Lord is that the gravity of what has just happened is often lost on them. At that stage of their lives, there is no shadow for God to light up, mountain for Him to climb up, wall for Him to kick down, or lie for Him to tear down in His pursuit of their hearts. (Yes, I am a really big fan of Reckless Love. How could you tell?) The decision is simple and big, but not “the weight of the world just left my shoulders” big – because, hopefully, they haven’t been carrying that kind of weight.
But someday, they might. Actually, they probably will. My daughter will have shadows and mountains and walls and lies to contend with – because she’s human, because she’s got a heart, because her decision today doesn’t make her perfect and impervious to the junk out there. But it does give her hope.
Hope, you guys.
She doesn’t even really know that she needs hope yet, but I have enough perspective and have walked enough painful roads to know that she’s going to need hope in spades. Because we all do.
When I think about the choice she made today, I’m amazed. Not at her, but at God Himself. He could have sent His Son to die on the cross, raised Him three days later, and called it good. He could have said, “Ok, world, I did My part. I did more than My part. Now it’s on you. I’ll be waiting.” But He didn’t, and He doesn’t. He pursues us. The cross was enough, but He didn’t stop there. Our decision for salvation is enough, but He doesn’t stop there. Every day of our lives, He continues to pursue us. Even when our souls belong to Him, He is lighting up shadows and climbing mountains and kicking down walls and tearing down lies because having us wasn’t enough. He wants us to live fulfilled, abundant lives in Him. So He pursues, because He loves us…recklessly.
To be pursued by our Creator, by our Savior, by the only One who could see us at our best and our worst and love us unconditionally. Wow. And when you find that your little one – the one you asked God for, the one you’ve prayed countless prayers for – has begun to have an inkling that she’s pursued by Him, it’s kind of incredible. Because His pursuit of her heart continues His pursuit of mine.
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