These are my beautiful kids. They make me laugh…and they make me cry. My son—he looks so studious in the polo he wore for the first day of school. Maybe he is a little. He has a mind to learn. My sweet girl—she just loves being silly.
Then, there’s my baby girl with her buttery rolls and bright smile. She’s saying “mama” and “dada” now, but it doesn’t seem intentional.
Finally, there’s my husband. I’m sure he doesn’t even know I have this picture, and he’d probably die if he did (not in an embarrassed way, but in a, “That’s an awful picture. Delete it,”—kind of way). I know I haven’t said it here, but he got a new job. I’m proud of him. The Lord provided it. From the company pursuing him, all the way up to the CEO, CFO interviews. Almost from the moment he got hired, his name was on the website and business cards ordered.
Much different than some other experiences…when belief in him was absent. Through which, I’ve seen the Lord work meekness in him.
Then there’s the very meekness of Jesus. Power under control. Though He had the authority, the power, to be ferocious—a lion in His judgment—”He was led as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before its shearers is silent, so He opened not His mouth,” (Isaiah 53:7).
And He sends us out like sheep in the midst of wolves, so be “wise as serpents. As gentle as doves” (Matthew 10:16). Now, that takes meekness.
Maybe this all sounds random, but I think I can draw out the not-so-meek side of my hubby. Yep, probably more than anyone else. What’s funny, is he’s pulled out the meek side of me—more than anyone else. I am the exact opposite of meek. Fiery. My husband tames me. He challenges my thinking with the Word of God and His character. He’s shown me Jesus in so many ways—but especially in his meekness.
And it’s a great leader who is meek.