I think of the Great Creator I know. The One who seems so close I have felt is strong hand holding me when I feel lost and forgotten. That same presence that flooded my spirit as a little child. And when things got unsure and unsteady, I knew I was never alone. And the one who was able to think up us. Our quirkiness, our laugh, let alone our hair color and the way our noses wrinkle like no others. And then the miracle of growing a baby in my womb another one of His perfect designs, of the perfect timing of the bearing down and giving way to life. I stand in awe.
But then...the One who created all this, joins His creation. Becoming a seed and struggling through the life giving process to be chased and thrown out. They tried to push Him off a cliff until eventually they would just hang Him up high. He fought for breath to the bitter end. Thankfully it was our Savoir. With Him there is no end.
And this is where I have learned to bow down. Jesus did it first for me. He bowed down and came to creation. He bowed down and scooped up little children when He commanded, "Let the children come to me." He bowed down from lofty Heaven so that I would know Him and His love for me.
I have learned the that the art of mothering is bending and bowing. The stance of humility. Body language that brings calm and openness.I speak soft and look up into heart-broken, angry eyes, and I am received as one who cares. No pointed fingers, so harsh words or grabbing. Bowing down and waiting.
I give all I have to bend my knee and am rewarded with understanding. No greater gift. No sweeter victory. Healing. Today I will look for someone in a wheelchair, a small child in need of encouragement or correction, and I will bend low. I will smile and listen. Not bending to be heard, but bending to be loved.
"B is for Bowing"
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