Little Baby

I can remember exactly where I was when I got the words to this song. It was the end of November, 2000, and I was sitting in traffic along Hall Johnson Road. The highways were jammed with stressed holiday shoppers. I decided to turn off the radio and just rest in the Lord as I was waiting in traffic.

It dawned on me, having been listening to Christmas music, that I had never gotten a Christmas song from the Lord. I asked Him to give me one, and the words started flooding in. The only thing I could find to write on was a McDonald's napkin.

God charged me with the idea of going to the manger and ministering to the Christ child. I told him my heart and held him in my arms. If you could do the same, what would you say?

LITTLE BABY
copyright Connie 2007

LITTLE BABY, WHO CAME TO SAVE ME;
LET ME HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS.
YOU'LL GROW UP TO BE MY SAVIOR;
MANY TIMES KEEP ME FROM HARM.

SO LET ME HOLD YOU, BRING YOU COMFORT;
LET ME GAZE INTO YOUR EYES.
LET ME HOLD YOU TO THE HEART YOU'VE WON
AND SING YOU A SWEET LULLABY.

I WANT TO FEEL YOU BREATHE,
I WANT TO KISS YOUR FEET.
I WANT TO TOUCH YOUR FACE,
LITTLE PRINCE OF PEACE.

SO LET ME HOLD YOU, BRING YOU COMFORT.
CURL YOUR FIST AROUND MY THUMB.
LET ME ROCK YOU ON MY SHOULDER.
THE LIFE YOU CAME TO GIVE HAS JUST BEGUN.

I WANT TO FEEL YOU BREATHE
(THE VERY BREATH OF GOD)
I WANT TO KISS YOUR FEET
(OH, WHERE THEY'LL WALK FOR ME!)
I WANT TO STROKE YOUR HEAD
(THE THORNS WILL BE YOUR CROWN)
LITTLE PRINCE OF PEACE
(TO WHOM ALL WILL BOW DOWN)

LITTLE BABY, LITTLE BABY, LITTLE BABY...

The Bridal Gown

My daughter and I had several months since the Christmas morning engagement to prepare for her wedding. She asked if I would make her gown. With much trepidation I suggested that we look for a pattern, but before I sew it see if we might find something already made that was like what she wanted.

We found the dress, but it needed alterations. As the wedding neared, we had to go back three times to get it fitted properly. Amy had selected a veil that had a red satin trim on the edge. She had purchased tiny red beads for me to sew into the center of the small flowers that edged the bodice.

Finally, a few days before the wedding, we got the dress and I began the task of replacing the white beads with the red ones. As I got into the rhythm of attaching them, I accidentally pricked my finger with the needle and left a small dot of blood on the dress. I panicked, but decided to leave it because it was so small and trying to fix it might make a bigger mess.

The whole issue of my blood on her wedding dress had me bursting into tears. I believe that most parents would lay down their lives for their children. My child's birth came with blood, and this intensive labor of love on her wedding gown also came with a blood sacrifice.

Christ came as the Lamb of God to Earth, to give his life for God's children. The spiritual wedding gown is a blood issue. He makes us his holy bride through the sacrifice of his own body, once for all...

Therefore, when Christ came into the world, he said:
"Sacrifice and offering you did not desire, but a body you prepared for me; with burnt offerings and sin offerings you were not pleased. Then I said, 'Here I am~it is written about me in the scroll~I have come to do your will, O God.' "
Hebrews 10:5-7

Talk about a labor of love!!!

An Army of Napkins

I have been so busy with my daughter's wedding, Thanksgiving dinner, and preparing for a Christmas by Candlelight tomorrow evening at church, that I have not been to blogworld. Part of the preparation for the wedding reception was sewing 200 cloth napkins. As I had them starched and folded on the counter, they reminded me of soldiers. The Acts 19 scripture of miracles happening through handkerchiefs came to mind.

I began thinking about how these napkins would touch people's mouths, to clean them up. I prayed over them that they would bring longing for deeper relationship with God, along with joy, and healing to those they touched. They were sent out prayed over, and I knew they would bless many.

By the way, the wedding was great fun, and a beautiful day! It only went off with one hitch: the bride and groom! (groan)

Immeasurably more...

My friends had told me she had been visiting their cabin and would occasionally take a peanut from their fingers. I longed for her to trust me enough to have the same experience during my visit. I sat as a statue on the front porch of the cabin and waited for her. My friend had left me alone outside to see if she would approach me. She came timidly, taking a step, stopping, taking another; cautiously watching for any quick movement or reason to flee. I started singing softly in the Spirit. We made eye contact and the trust was secure... she came and grasped the peanut from my fingers, then dashed away. I sat there with tears streaming down my face. What an incredible gift God had prepared for me! Beautiful "Light" came several times a day when I was there. I will never forget her!

Praise to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us,
Eph. 3:20