Monday, February 20, 2017
The Dirty Diaper Gospel
As soon as I walked into church I smelled that familiar smell. So, there I found myself behind the sanctuary in the appropriately named, "Mother's Cry Room," (I have cried in there numerous times) changing a poopy diaper. Missing worship, something that I love. Thinking about how unfair it was. Thinking about the many things that I have given up for this child without much more than the occasional coy smile or open-mouth kiss in return. When I was reminded, this is the Jesus way.
"Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it."
So, Emerson, I will keep laying down my life for you on Jesus' behalf. And, hopefully, on the other side of this, I will be more like him.