The Gift of Children

Amy Clemens

Read: Psalm 139:1-16

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. (vv. 13-14)

In the human economy, even the greatest among us starts out small. Children issue a loud reminder that “little” does not equal “insignificant.” Even when we are smaller than a speck, God is already interested in us, says the psalmist, knitting us together with a loving hand and perfect eye. Scripture is full of reminders that the kingdom of God does not operate according to worldly principles. “The kingdom of heaven is like a grain of mustard seed,” says Jesus (Matt. 13:31), and “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven” (Matt. 19:14).

Advent reminds us that Jesus didn’t somehow appear as a mythical god, otherworldly and oozing power. He began life as you and I did, tiny and weak; the embryo of a fearful and wonderful plan. Inconspicuous, vulnerable; God of the universe knitted into flesh.

I ponder what God has knitted into us. Where can we exercise childlike faith regarding the story God is telling through our lives? And can this season enliven our imagination of the kingdom as we watch the children around us hope and dream?

—Amy Clemens

Giver of good gifts, restore to me eyes full of wonder, a heart full of hope and joyous expectation, and the gift of childlike faith I need, trusting that I am fearfully and wonderfully made, with a place in your story.