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From the Mouths of Babes

Isaiah 6:5

And I said: “Woe is me! For I am lost; for I am a man of unclean lips; … for my eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts!”

My six-year-old son Micah has a very tender heart toward the Lord at the moment, and over the past couple of days he’s said a hundred times with childlike giddiness, “I can’t wait to get to Heaven and be with Jesus!” He usually follows that up with questions like: “What does God’s voice sound like?” and “How big is He?” which leads to spontaneous conversations about how God’s splendor is beyond our wildest imaginations. Yet, while my son’s enthusiasm infuses me with courage, it also convicts me. Frankly, I haven’t shared his desire of late. I’ve been too busy, too consumed with work, too anxious about financial decisions. So Micah’s excitement for Heaven has been a prophetic woe to me. Every little yelp of joy has been a reminder that I haven’t been seeking the Kingdom of Heaven like I ought.

And I’m heeding the message.  I’m making this resolve: no more feeling lost; no more unclean words and ambitions; today, I’m going to see the LORD of hosts at work in my very midst!