Like newborn babies, long for the pure milk of the word, so that by it you may grow in respect to salvation 1 Peter 2:2-3
A couple of years ago, I was given the opportunity to babysit my two beautiful God-babies for three days while their parents went off on a well-deserved vacation. At the time, the bouncy baby boy was a one-year-old and the noticeably independent little girl was two.
You have to know that the last time I’d been entrusted with taking care of babies in diapers by myself was…well, never. I don’t currently have children of my own, so I couldn’t draw from personal experience. Maybe you could count my week-long experience volunteering at a daycare 15 years prior or give me credit for changing my then 21-year-old brother’s diapers oh say 21 years ago. But even then, I was never unsupervised. I had my doubts, but their parents had full confidence in me.
One thing I noticed that never changes about babies is their desire for milk. And when that desire comes, they are not shy about expressing it and letting anyone in the vicinity know that it’s time to eat. Their faces contort into this ghastly expression. Their legs start kicking in rage. And the most distinctly horrifying sounds flood from their mouths. A gut-wrenching, high-shrill cry that tugs right at the heart strings.
Maybe you’ve been there. Consoling them won’t do the trick. Distracting them is not a tactic that works. Even a pacifier only presents a temporary solution, until they realize they’ve been hoodwinked.
Babies have but one desire. One interest. One craving in that moment. Milk. And they want it right away. Continue reading