I mentioned about a car breakdown in my
previous post while on my way to my cousin's wedding rehearsal. The
good thing about it is, I was parked outside the Mater Hospital at a
roadside carpark. The downside? I was terrified. With two
preschoolers at the back, I wasn't quite sure what to do. I had to
stay cheerful and entertain the two girls. Thank God for mummy
intuition that made me bring lots of biscuits. Called my husband and
he said the most wonderful words that night, “I will come to you.”
My cousin came with his car and the two men got the battery working
and the car running.
5 words. “I will come to you”. So
simple, yet it meant so much.
I had a huge sense of relief when my husband said that he'd come to me. Anybody could have come to my help, but I think the impact of feeling 'rescued' wouldn't be as great as seeing someone who loves me come to my aid. It made me feel valued, important and loved.
Our children must have felt the same when they yelled out for help and see us running to them. That relief and comfort to know that mummy or daddy is here to take charge and nothing else matters. My girls had taken quite a few tumbles and had a few scrapes. They cried, they screamed, but as soon as one of us knelt down to pull them up into our embrace, the wounds didn't matter, the screaming and crying subsided to a sob and the fear in their eyes gone in that instant. That's how powerful our hugs are to the little ones. Never ever give up on a hug. It matters to them.
This reminded me of God sending His only Son, Jesus Christ, down to earth to rescue us from eternal damnation and sin. We all sin. Some say that good is relative. But actually, no. Good and bad are absolutes in God's eyes. It's either with Him or without.
Jesus came to save us from our sin against God. Our rebellion to reject the Creator. Our self-centredness. He came to us. Just like us as parents going to our children's aid, just like my husband coming to me when the car broke down.
We don't have to go looking for Him. He is here. He is with us. All we need to do is ask for Jesus to come and help, to start mending and giving Him full control. He doesn't barge in. He's not high up in the mountains or closed up in a house. He is within reach and communication.
Can you imagine what would've happened if I hadn't allowed my husband to help? I'd be stuck there with two preschoolers, fretting and anxious, angry and cranky. If, because of my ego, I had insisted on doing things my way, I wouldn't be able to make it home that night.
If you do not have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ, I hope that you will take the first step and invite Him into your heart. Tell Him that you need His love and friendship, His forgiveness for your sins and let Him take control. Find a local church or a Christian friend and start fellowshipping with God. Once you let Him take control, you will find that immense peace, relief, comfort and abundant love that makes you want to shout out in gladness.
God bless you.
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