Have you ever had one of those Ah Ha! moments? Sometimes described as a Light-Bulb moment it’s a ‘breakthrough in thinking’, that can involve either a moment of clarity, a brand-new idea, or a sudden realization.
Mine was either the first one or the third one, or a combination of the two. I’m not sure.
It came after I finished preaching yesterday and I honestly don’t remember what triggered it, but it was the thought: God Knows.
That is such a powerful statement: God Knows.
I want to combine that thought with a book I’m reading.
First: God Knows.
It is an awe-inspiring, amazing, staggering, and stunning thought. It is all of that and more. Let your mind take that phrase in, roll it around a little, and meditate on it.
He knows the good and the bad of your life; the beautiful and the ugly; the past, the present and the future; the possibilities and the actualities.
He knows your heart and your mind. He knows your desires, your intention, your hopes, and your dreams.
He knows what you do, why you do what you do, and the results of what you do.
He knows your circumstances, your hurts, your longings, your thoughts, and your passions.
There isn’t anything about you that God doesn’t know.
And yet, knowing all of that, He still wants you. He still wants to take you into His family and love on you like no one has ever loved you.
Now the book: Miracle on Voodoo Mountain.
It’s a remarkable story told by Megan Boudreaux of one young woman’s journey pushing back the darkness for the children of Haiti, as the flyleaf says.
One of the first children that Megan met in Haiti was seven-year-old Michaelle, one of over 300,000 children in Haiti known as a restavek. A restavek is a child that has been given to a family because their parents have died, can’t afford to take care of them, or in the worst cases just don’t want them. From that moment on their life consists of carry water, washing dishes, sweeping the house and a myriad of other laborious tasks. It has been said that a restavek is not a slave, they are lower than a slave and they are normally treated badly. Very badly. Often abused. Powerless.
Think of a 6, 7, or 8-year-old child with no arms wrapped around them to comfort them in the dark. No kind words. No affirmation. No Love. Just work from dawn to dusk 365 days a year. No time off.
You can imagine the psychological trauma that can result. Anger, hatred, lack of self-worth, nightmares, crying themselves to sleep at night. Attitudes and emotions that under the best of care take years to change.
Eventually Megan adopted Michaelle, knowing all of that. Knowing how damaged she was. Knowing the long road ahead of her – of them. I shutter to think what Michaelle’s life would have been like if she had not been rescued.
I won’t spoil the story for you, but here’s where the thought and the book come together.
In a very real way, Megan’s journey with Michaelle is a picture of God’s journey with us. He takes us, knowing how spiritually damaged we are; knowing how long it will take us to change and He just loves us. He. Just. Loves. Us.
He knows so much more than we realize – but that doesn’t change how He feels about us.
At just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the restavek – that’s us (Romans 5:6).
Stay in the Word,