Come with me for a moment.
I want to show you something:
In the corner of a room in Heaven,
there is a window
through which shines
the light of Jesus.
The room itself is
nothing special
as rooms go –
the paint is
pale yellow;
the floor is
polished oak;
there are no
curtains at the
windows.
In that one corner,
there sits a
rocking chair.
It is one of the
old,
big,
comfy ones,
with plenty of
big pillows on it.
In the chair
sits the Father
of us all.
In His arms
is a tiny baby;
He is lovingly
rocking, caressing,
caring for this child.
He meets all the infant’s needs –
food,
clothing,
even diaper changes.
As time passes,
the baby grows
into a child
and does
what children do –
running off to explore,
yet returning frequently
to make sure
Daddy
Is still there.
The child requires
discipline
at times, and it is
lovingly administered
in a way
that will
mold and shape this child
in the proper way.
When the child
falls, or gets hurt,
the Father’s lap –
in the rocking chair –
is still there.
It never
goes away.
More time goes by,
and the child grows
into a young adult.
What the child has
been taught
is now part of
this older one –
character,
personality –
strengths and
weaknesses,
all part of a
work in progress.
Communication with
the Father is
on a higher level now,
with not such a need
for physical reassurance.
Yet, when the need
arises,
the Father is still there,
in His rocking chair.
His lap is never too small,
the child never too big
to sit
and be comforted
and caressed
with healing hands.
While still a parent,
the relationship the Father
has with the child now
includes friendship and
intimacy,
birthed from
experience
and trust
and built
through the years.
The young adult is now
a man.
He can stand on his own.
He can be counted on.
The Father can
use him
to fulfill a purpose,
a calling,
a plan –
one ordained from the start.
Still –
the chair is there,
in the corner
of the room
in Heaven,
and when the man
is hurting,
God is there
to comfort
and heal
and care.
Wait – I can see the man’s face –
It’s you!
©1998
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