Recently we attended a family wedding. It’s lovely to see relatives that you don’t see often – especially the children. I was delighted that one of the little girls had with her the blanket I had knitted for her when she was born. I was told that she takes it everywhere, well I’m not sure about that but I could tell it had been well used and frequently washed!
As far as I was concerned, it was being given much more attention than it deserved. It was made of pink, purple and blue squares – basically oddments. If I didn’t have enough of one colour, it was combined with another to make stripes or maybe a heart motif was knitted in. It had cost me nothing – not even time really, as I’d knitted it in the car as I’d been driven somewhere or even as I walked from place to place. It made me feel guilty to think that something that had cost me so little, meant so much to someone so precious.
So how is it that something that cost so much to God can often mean so little to me? It’s so easy to hear the message of the cross so often, that I lose what it truly means. How precious we must be and how loved that God was prepared to send His Son to the humiliating and painful death He didn’t deserve on the cross, so that we could enter into a full relationship with Him.
A Prayer:
Forgive me Lord, when I forget the vastness of Your Love.
Forgive me Lord, when I take Your death lightly.
Forgive me Lord, when I make little of the cost of Your giving.
Amen