After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands. And they cried out in a loud voice: “Salvation belongs to our God, who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb.”
There is a pastor in Texas who comes up to our little world in Upstate NY and preaches every summer. His passion for Jesus is contagious, encouraging and more often than not, very convicting. His name is Garrett Kell and he is quite young to be on our roster of speakers here at the Hood. In the anticipation of his first child, he wrote the following on his blog:
I’d like to say that every morning I begin my day with a bended knee crying out to the Father to send His Son Jesus. There are days I purpose to do this and it provides a fresh perspective on life and sanctified direction for my day…but far too often this isn’t the foremost thought on my mind. As a believer I know seeing the Firstborn of heaven should be my greatest longing and deepest desire. Left to myself, my heat drifts from this desire, but recently He has mercifully kindled it in me again.
As I write this, Carrie is in her 39th week of pregnancy. She and I are awaiting the birth of our first child (Eden Beth) and with this waiting I have experienced the blessedness of living in anticipation. The purple walls have been painted. The crib is assembled (thanks to my father-in-law Wayne). The car seat is set in the Rav4. The stroller is ready to go. Rows of diapers have been assembled for desecration and destruction. But most of all…our hearts are poised waiting for the day when mama says, “its time!”
Our heart has been crying “its time” for about two weeks now, but the Lord tarries. Carrie and I have watched Eden grow and seen her reflection get clearer in the film of the sonogram. We have spent nine months falling in love with her though we have yet to meet her face to face. The parallel is pretty clear.
1 Peter 1: 8 speaks of a similar love believers have for the coming Son of God, “Though you have not seen Him, you love Him. Though you do not now see Him, you believe in Him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory.” As we long to see our first born child come forth from the womb, my heart has been reminded of the First Born of heaven who will soon return to earth.
I love my daughter though I have yet to hold her. I speak of her though I have yet to meet her. I rejoice because of her in a way I never rejoiced before, yet…I’ve never fully beheld her. As God has stirred these realities in me for my daughter, He has stirred them in me a new for His Son.
Its truly amazing how hidden in all of life’s little blessings there is a constant reminder of Him who makes all of life worth living. I do not mean to sound more spiritual than I am in this blog, but God is stirring something deep within me that for some reason has been lacking lately. I pray His great grace will continue to stir and continue to help me look with anticipation of the First Born from heaven. Come soon Lord Jesus.