I don’t think I’ll ever get used to having as dear and sweet a friend as Jesus. I don’t even know where to find the words for the love He has shown me. The joy, the thrill, the sense of humor, all make me want to laugh and cry at the same time. Hearing from Him and spending time with Him just makes my heart sing in a way I never knew was possible. Even though I grew up in a Christian home, I never expected to have Jesus for an actual real best friend.
All of those thoughts made Matthew 13:55 and 56 stand out to me recently.
“Is not this the carpenter’s son? Is not His mother called Mary, and His brothers, James and Joseph and Simon and Judas? And His sisters, are they not all with us? Where then did this man get all these things?”
When the Son of God came to earth; the one who carved out the mountains, painted nebulae, and fed sea monsters; He came into a family where He would have little brothers and sisters.
It is still so easy for me to turn prayer into business meetings and memos, and time in the Word into browsing for what my next assignment is. Like the Nazarenes in Matthew thirteen, I forget that the One who organized the functioning of the entire world and wrote all of the rules is also the Father who made petunias smell sweet, designed the family, and gave us the ability to know love.
I just imagine little girls coming to their big brother Jesus with their skinned knees, their fears, and their clumps of fresh-picked flowers. I wonder how often they shared hugs and laughs, and how many of them He watched get married. The One who said “let the little children come to Me” knows exactly what to do with them when they need Him.
I don’t have many memories of being a little girl. I remember being very young, but the thoughts I remember having then were as analytical as I always seem to have been. I don’t know if I was born an old soul, or if I just forgot those innocent joys, but Jesus doesn’t just have the little sisters He grew up with, He adopts all of the broken girls too.
“I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.”
I think one of the reasons I cannot find the words to explain what it is like to be loved by Jesus, is that I finally don’t have to. I don’t have to think through a full ten minute oration on why I’m stressed or confused or why I need His comfort. When I do try to explain, He often doesn’t let me. He just sets aside the problems that I’ve handed Him, and holds me close instead. He is gentle when I am most vulnerable, and He shows me how He loves me when I least believe it. It’s love I’ve never known from anyone on earth, but it is never too late to be Jesus’ little girl.
And stretching out His hand toward His disciples, He said,“Behold My mother and My brothers! For whoever does the will of My Father who is in heaven, he is My brother and sister and mother.”
~Matthew 12:49, 50
When He adopts us, Jesus not only cares for the broken girls, but He heals us and teaches us how to become unshakable. Arguments and situations that used to give me anxiety become places where I can feel His strength, and where He has taught me to love when I never could have on my own. There are some struggles that return again in different ways as we work through them together, but they give me a chance to see a deeper part of His love I never knew before as He grows me into a sister and daughter He can be proud of. It is a walk that so fills my heart, that I want to show everyone what it is like to have a friend who sticks closer than a brother.
Jesus has little sisters, and you are one of them, precious girl.
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