I read this this morning and thought I’d share. 

    “My Amanda was one of the dreamiest, most tenderhearted toddlers you can imagine.  I often stooped down to talk to her so I could look her right in those big blue-green eyes.  Every time I squatted down to talk to her, she squatted down, too... and there we’d be.  The gesture was so precious I always had to fight the urge to laugh.  I dared not, because she was often very serious about those contemplative moments between the two of us. 

    Of his God, the psalmist wrote, “Your right hand sustains me; you stoop down to make me great” (Psalm 18:35 NIV).  The Amplified Version says it this way: “Your gentleness and condescension have made me great.”  I don’t think the Scripture applies to us in the modern world’s terms of greatness.  I think it says of us, “You stoop down and make me significant.”  Yes, indeed.  And when the God of all the universe stoops down and a single child recognizes the tender condescension and bends her knee to stoop as well, the heart of God surges with unbridled emotion.  And there they are.  Just the two of them.”  

John by:  Beth Moore