Finding Joy in our Children
Just minutes ago, my newborn began crying like she was in pain. It was a “bubble” or something like that – nothing life threatening. And to the rescue came Justus, who is only 4 years old. He wanted to pray for her. Apparently, this was his second time according to my wife. She called for me from the other room, “Jacob, come here quickly!”
I ran thinking something was wrong. “Justus wants to pray for Kylee,” she said. I smiled, realizing that there was nothing to be anxious about. I sat down with them as my son laid his hand on his young sister and prayed.
I listened intently trying to make out his words. He is not a great articulator because of a learning disability caused by autism. But I think it was something like this:
Please help Kylee stop crying.
In Jesus name, Amen.
Just three lines. Just over 10 words. Short and sweet. Just like him. There were some other nonsensible words mingled in there, but he got his thoughts across. And I loved him for it.
We all gave a confident “Amen!” and opened our eyes (mine were never closed). He looked at my wife and said, “Mommy, I do the Amened.” We both chuckled and said, “Yes you did!” And he walked off. But just before he exited I called his name and echoed the words of Robert De Niro in Analyze This, “You … you’re good, you!” He giggled and responded, “You … you’re the man, you!” (This was our secret code of charity. We saved it for the right moments.)
My child is on a roll. Just two days ago he was in a church play singing and dancing for the cause of Christ. I expressed an overwhelming joy in seeing him represent the gospel. Again, I’m finding that same joy.