The Hand of a Child, pt. II

Renee Ann Smith —  February 16, 2015 — 4 Comments

Recently, a dear former student’s two-year-old baby boy was in the hospital for almost a month. The little guy couldn’t hold down food, and the doctors couldn’t pinpoint his problem. His suffering (so bad he sometimes needed morphine) broke the hearts of all of who love his sweet family.

His mom kept us updated by posting news & pics on Facebook. Even now that the boy is home, partially healed & happy, I find myself going back to one picture that spoke to me as profoundly as any sermon.

The image shows her tiny son—with his hospital gown and feeding tube and teddy bear—bowing his head over his chubby hands to say good-night prayers with grampy. What a champ!

Several years ago, a sweet girl in my Christian school’s fourth grade class was struck by cancer. We asked God why and pleaded with Him to heal her and cried after every bad report.

When it became clear she would not be healed on earth, her grieving parents tried to prepare her. To explain death, they used a metaphor of walking through a door to another room, where they wouldn’t be able to be with her for a while.

She shrugged and said, “I know. But Jesus is on the other side of the door.

Why would I be afraid of that?” Then she went back to her coloring book.

That Christian warrior in her fragile little girl’s body was more ready to face eternity than any of us could’ve possibly imagined.

These families’ testimonies remind me of a great story from Bible teacher J. Vernon McGee.

“There is a story of sweetness and beauty . . . It concerns a custom among the shepherd folk of the Alps. In the summertime when the grass in the lower valleys withers and dries up, the shepherds seek to lead their sheep up a winding, thorny, and stony pathway to the high grazing lands.

The sheep, reluctant to take the difficult pathway infested with dangers and hardships, turn back and will not follow. The shepherds make repeated attempts.

But the timid sheep will not follow.

Finally a shepherd reaches into the flock and takes a lamb and places it under his arm, then reaches again and takes another lamb, placing it under the other arm.

Then he starts up the precipitous pathway.

Soon the mother sheep start to follow . . .

And afterward the entire flock.

At last they ascend the torturous trail to green pastures.”

McGee used his story to explain the death of innocents. But I see it as a great illustration of how God uses children in His kingdom.

Their beautiful, childlike faith calls out to our stubborn, world-weary hearts.

And before we know it, we’ve followed those sweet little lambs right into the arms of the Savior—where we should’ve been headed all along.

Lamb of God Twila Paris

“I was so lost I should have died,
But You have brought me to Your side
To be led by Your staff and rod
And to be call a lamb of God.

Oh Lamb of God, Sweet Lamb of God.
I love the Holy Lamb of God.
Oh wash me in His precious Blood,
My Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God.”

***Lamb of God by Twila Paris

Here’s a link to Twila Paris singing this song. If you have a moment, soak in the beauty.

May we continue to encourage each other on this awesome faith journey! Blessings, friends!

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I teach literature in a Christian high school by day and write inspirational fiction by night. I love to share heart-touching quotes and stories here on my blog. So glad you stopped by!

4 responses to The Hand of a Child, pt. II

  1. Oh, the wisdom of a child.
    I, too, had a six year old in my class one year who had cancer. She also knew the power of Jesus in her precious life. She faced chemo and radiation and hospitalizations with the grace that only God could give her. She also spoke with me about Jesus. I believe she knew that I did not have a relationship with Him at that time. Many years later, when I asked Jesus to be my Saviour and LORD, I know Karey was rejoicing in Heaven. Jesus called the children to Him and He calls us to be like little children.
    So grateful I came by from Beauty in His Grip for you have shared just that, Renee.
    Caring through Christ, ~ linda

  2. I love that hymn and wish the old hymns were sang more often in our modern day churches. At least to begin the service and then the praise choruses. A few years back, I did a funeral for twins who died shortly after birth. They were innocent, but the sins of the mother a drug addict were passed on to the sweet infants (now in heaven) We wonder why children so young should have cancer and other diseases and the big Why question hangs heavy. Our only comfort is that one day God will explain all the questions. In the mean time we live in an imperfect world that suffers the pangs of the forbidden fruit eaten by Adam and Eve. Thank you for sharing with us here at Tell me a Story.

  3. Wow… out of the mouths of babes, right? I think that is why we are called to be child-like… I am so grateful for modern technology and how facebook and social media keeps us connected and informed!

  4. this post speaks straigth to my heart. I just visited my younger sister who has a cancer and the doctors had given up on her. She is just now waiting to meet the Savior.

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