Watching for Miracles

“When will they be ready?” He asks for the tenth time today.

“I don’t know, little man. Soon, though.”

“What will they look like?

“I’m not sure. But I bet they’ll be beautiful.”

He watches, waiting for the moment when they burst forth from their tombs, afraid if he peels his eyes away for even an instant, he’ll miss it.

He’s been watching for two weeks now. They came as larvae. He watched them grow into caterpillars. He watched them inch to the top, spin their webs, and create their shells of transformation. Now he watches their stillness, wondering what could possibly be taking so long.

For a five year old, two weeks is an eternity.

As he watches, he doesn’t realize that I’m watching him. Watching in awe as he grows and changes. Watching in pride as he spins and creates. Waiting in anticipation for the moment his eyes are opened to the Truth, the moment he bursts forth from the tomb and into salvation, a new creation. I could push him. I could convince him. If I asked him if he wanted Jesus to enter into his tiny heart, he would say yes. But I want it to be because he’s seen Jesus with his own little eyes. I want my son to accept Jesus because he sees those nail-scarred hands and can’t help but fall into their safety. It will happen. Soon. The time is close. He’s almost ready. In the meantime, I watch. I wait.

For a mother, five years is but a moment.

And as I watch, I feel the eyes of Someone watching me. Watching in awe as I grow and change. Watching in pride as I spin and create. Waiting in anticipation for the moment when I burst forth from the tomb of my brokenness and into the fullness of freedom in Truth. He could push me, but He doesn’t. Instead, He carries me once again with those nail-scarred hands. His eyes watch, but they don’t wonder. They know. They already see who I will be. Those eyes are the same eyes that formed me in the dark. Those eyes have seen every plummet, every tear, every dream. And those eyes see not only where I have been, but who I will become.

For a King, a lifetime is only the beginning.

A little boy watches as caterpillars become butterflies. A mother watches as her little boy becomes a man. And a King watches as a woman becomes His bride.

Psalm 121:5-8

The Lord Himself watches over you! The Lord stands beside you as your protective shade. The sun will not harm you by day nor the moon at night. The Lord keeps you from harm and watches over your life. The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go, both now and forever.