I kicked and fought, only six.
I didn’t know what sin really was.
I didn’t know what my future would hold.
I only knew at that moment in my
immaturity, it wasn’t fair!
I had a Godly mother, who sat and watched the whole scene
To call me in and sit me on my knees in front of a coffee table.
“Did you know Jesus watched you out there?”
“Did you know He saw you and was hurt because you would not listen?”
“But, mama, How could he know? He is dead.”
I was only six. I knew He died on a cross so very long ago.
What I did not know was that on that cross, across time:
He knew me. He knew when I would fall.
He knew when I would cry.
He knew when I would feel pain’s blows.
He knew when I would bury a father.
He knew when my child would be born in a rush of joy.
He knew it all.
He knew it all from that cross that day.
His eyes were watching my life play out and the lives of billions of others.
The Miracle of the Cross.
“No, He is not dead,” my mom had said. “He is heaven and he is watching you everyday.”
Now with age, I understand
And I can hear the sound of the hammer
As the nail’s pierced His hands.
I can see the tears of blood coming from His eyes.
He looks across time at me. He sees my little six-year-old self
bowing my head.
“Jesus forgive me for not being a good girl and helping mommy.”
He was wounded for that anger I displayed.
He was wounded for my every transgression.
He was wounded when as a young adult, I walked away.
He was wounded for every bad decision.
He reached out across time anyway.
You see, He Knows Me. He Loves Me.
The Miracle of the Cross and then His Resurrection.
He knows you the same way.
He sees you from the cross as He is dying for you.
He knows everything you ever did.
He knows your every failure.
He knows your every joy.
He sees you from heaven waiting for you to bow your head
Like a six year old with sweet words, praying:
“Forgive me. I didn’t know you knew me like you do.
I want to know you too.”
This post is my sixth installment in both both the 31 Days online writing challenge started by home blogger, Myquillyn Smith (The Nester) and Kate Motaung’s 31-Day Five Minute Writing Challenge. I dedicate it to my mom who was instrumental in beginning my walk with Jesus.
I hope this blesses you. If you make a decision to know Jesus, please let us know in the comments.