Tuesday, January 14, 2014 Posted by Lisa Arnold
"I can't get any rest. I can never put him down."
Insatiable, vulnerable, newness. This new life is so different from the protective covering of darkness. Fragile and naked, seeking comfort of loving arms every minute of the day.
Many of us can relate to those days. Some, not so much.
But I'm not talking about the physical birth of a baby. I'm telling you what it is like for the birth of many infant Christians and it was certainly that way for me!
My transformation was night and day, literally and figuratively. I drowned in a river of repentance one night and rose a completely new creature. Nobody knew what hit them, neither did I!
I was insatiable. Couldn't get enough Jesus to keep me calm. Every waking moment I needed Him. I listened to sermons all day long at work. The moment I got home, I listened to more. I found Christian music to be of great comfort and I couldn't go to sleep without diving into His Book and talking to Him in prayer.
I was an infant in the truest sense of the word. I relied on everyone else.
Thankfully it didn't last too long, maybe a year, because nobody can keep that kind of pace. We're not meant to.
Scripture says --
"… For everyone who continues to feed on milk is obviously inexperienced and unskilled in the doctrine of righteousness (of conformity to the divine will in purpose, thought, and action), for he is a mere infant [not able to talk yet]!..." Heb 5:12-14 AMP