His Book {The Book of Life}

We were settling for dinner on the first night of the year in a deserted restaurant in our hotel atop the hills (I think we were the only guests at that time), and I noticed Hannah carrying her small backpack on her back. I wondered what would she need her backpack for since we only crossed a narrow street from our hotel to the restaurant, so I asked her, “Why did you have to bring your backpack with you since you don’t have valuables to think of anyway?”

“Oh no, Mom, I do have! I have inside my album and I just can’t leave it behind. It’s so precious to me I want to carry it around,” she answered. Well, if you know Hannah, she’s sweet and sentimental like that.

The album she’s talking about is just a small simple one that she received as a gift during the Children’s Choir Christmas party, but it’s the pictures that she put in it that she values the most. When she had filled up the whole album, she showed it to each one of us in our home. When she went out to play with her BFF Sary, she put it in her bag and brought it with her. (I bet she also proudly showed it to Sary).

I believe I was the first one she showed her album. I was both amazed and thrilled to see her old photos that I haven’t seen for a long time and even have forgotten they existed. They are photos of her as a baby cozy and tightly wrapped up in her flannel blanket in her bassinet in the hospital’s nursery, of me and her leaving the hospital, of the two of us in our home, among other old photos of her growing up. She also included there my “ancient” childhood photos that came from our old house in the province (the very few that have survived!), photos which have graciously gathered the marks of time, faded and stained as they are.

She’s so happy and satisfied with her finished “album” that she always carries it around with her.

At the restaurant when she told me her “valuable” was her album, I secretly smiled to myself, then I couldn’t help thinking about that other “book” (no, not exactly an album), the one which our Father in heaven is lovingly and carefully keeping.

Your eyes saw my unformed body;
 all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you. (Psalm 139:16-18 NIV, emphasis added)

One would read Psalm 139 and one would come to know a God who loves unrelentingly. Such is the love of the Father to His children. The Lord Jesus said He numbers even the very hairs of our heads, and if He does it to a part of our being which seems unimportant, how much more does He care for the other aspects of our lives – our health, protection, prosperity, solutions to our problems, answers to our earnest prayers?

If we cannot get ourselves to believe that He is a God of the minutest detail – He sees and knows what we securely keep in our bosom, our lying down and our standing up – meditate on Psalm 139 and know and understand that He is a God who is constantly aware of us.

You number my wanderings;
Put my tears into Your bottle;
Are they not in Your book? (Psalm 56:8)

Wherever we’ve gone, every tear we’ve shed He collects in His bottle and writes them in His book. Every idle word we’ve said – He records each one. And if we know that nothing escapes His notice, shouldn’t we then live a life pleasing to Him and worthy of His calling, so that the Lord Jesus Christ will not blot out our names out of His Book, the Book of Life (Rev. 3:5), and at the end, when He has made all things new, we will live with Him in the golden city forever and ever (Rev. 21)?

I’m linking up with these lovely blogs.

Journey with Jesus,

Comments

  1. Rina, once again a sweet post of encouragement and blessing! Thanks so much, dear sister and friend, for linking this up this week. I can see where your daughter gets her tender heart from!

    • RinaPeru says:

      Oh Kate, but truth is – I also learn a lot of things from her! Oh, the wonders of God that He never withholds in everyday as we look to Him!

  2. Your story about your daughter reminded me of a similar story with my daughter when she was around four years old. And at the time I remember thinking that, although I treasure my Bible, I wasn’t valuing it like I should. God’s written Word to us should make us truly treasure our Bibles more. After all, they are God’s love letters to us. Thanks for your encouraging words. God bless ~

    • RinaPeru says:

      Yes, yes, Ronda! My Bible, too, is my most treasured possession! I do not only read it, but I cannot count the times that I have held it close to my bosom when I was very ill, like holding onto Life! Blessings to you!

  3. Barbie says:

    Rina, than you so much for linking up with The Weekend Brew, and for stopping by my blog. I am so thankful I found your blog. This post really touches me, as I’ve been on a journey to understand His love for a long time. I am following you on Facebook so that I can keep in touch! Blessings!

    • RinaPeru says:

      Thankful to the Lord for blessing you through this post which His Spirit has inspired. And thank you for having us weekly over at your lovely blog and for following this humble blog of mine. Blessings to you, too!

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