I still don’t really get it

I still don’t really get it

Do you ever wonder if your kids really get it? Like the heart behind giving. Or why the new kid in school needs a friend. We spend so much time sharing information and trying to steer them in the right direction, but how do we know when they really get it?

Other moms tell me we will know when they are grown. But sometimes we will get small glimpses of what has sunk into their heart, hopefully now.

Take the drawing above.

It was the artistry of my five-year-old son. This son doesn’t like when we read the Bible at night and doesn’t care to pray when invited. It seems as if he isn’t getting it.

However, it was his own idea one day to make this drawing for his Dad.

And as I gazed at this drawing hanging over my husband’s desk, I thought to myself, I think he gets it.

I noticed the dark clouds overhead, but the sun still shining above. It struck me that he drew a body upon the cross with two crosses on either side. And that man in the middle, well, he had a sad face. He was not happy. And it looks as if his hands are open and reaching up to heaven.

As I studied this drawing it awakened hope within my heart because I thought to myself, I think he is getting it.

Meanwhile while my five-year-old is getting it, it dawned on me that I still don’t really get it. This moment that is.

A moment where my savior was spat at. Bullied. Taunted. Abused.
A moment where he lugged a full timber upon his back that was gashed open from his whipping and torment.
A moment where nails were hammered through his very wrists and feet, piercing his skin and forced through his bone.
The moment where he drew in and exhaled his last breath. Giving up his spirit.

It was a moment in a story that my brain still can’t fully wrap around. A story that still has another chapter. Or two to be written.

I just still really don’t get it.

So this is my prayer as we head into Good Friday and I invite you to make it yours too.

I want to know Christ and experience the mighty power that raised him from the dead. I want to suffer with him, sharing in his death, so that one way or another I will experience the resurrection from the dead! Philippians 3:10-11 NLT

I want to know Christ. Experience his power. Father, help me suffer with Jesus and feel his death. So that I might experience his resurrected life in mine. Daddy, help me really get it.

That’s my prayer.

Praying you have a powerful and worshipful Easter weekend.

Blessings to you and your family, Erin

About Erin Nicole Thompson

Erin Nicole Thompson is a fun-loving and authentic momma to 4 littles, wife of a ruggedly handsome Pastor, and as she likes to think, the CEO of her home operations. She delights in worship, cooking with good music, the sweet faces of her sleeping children, adult conversations, and some quiet time at Starbucks. She loves to serve alongside, encourage, and equip young and seasoned women. Erin is grateful to be part of what God is doing at The Chapel, a multi-campus church in Northern Chicago-land where her husband, Dave, pastors the Lake Zurich Campus. Presently, she lives to dream and follow God as he writes her story.