Can a woman forget her nursing child, and not have compassion on the son of her womb? Surely they may forget, yet I will not forget you (Isaiah 49:15, NKJV).
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace (Isaiah 9:6).
make: to prepare; to cause a person or thing to become something
Caleb was 40 years old when God made a promise that he and Joshua would possess the land. The ten spies, whose report caused all of the congregation to complain against God, died immediately, but He let Caleb and Joshua live (Numbers 14:36-38).
It had been forty five years since the promise was made, but Caleb held fast all those years. He didn’t let go and he didn’t give up until Joshua blessed him. At the age of 85, he reminded Joshua of what the Lord promised him through Moses. But my servant Caleb, because he had a different spirit and has followed me fully, him will I bring into the land where into he went and his seed shall possess it (Numbers 14:24). He reminded Joshua how he followed the Lord, how his faith pleased the Lord. Let us go up at once and possess it, for we are well able to overcome it (Numbers 13:30).
And when he was finish presenting his case, he told Joshua, Give me this mountain that the Lord spoke of on that day. He didn’t beg Joshua for it because he knew that what he was asking for belonged to him. So, Joshua blessed him and gave him his inheritance.
When was the last time you put God in remembrance of His word? When was the last time you proved Him? When was the last time you presented your case to Him? When was the last time you pleased Him? But without faith it is impossible to please Him: for he that cometh to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of them that diligently seek Him.
God didn’t keep and preserve Caleb all those years for nothing. He was still alive because the promise was still alive. But just like Caleb knew what God said, we must know what God said through His word. He also knew that the word he heard was for him and his seed and he believed.
An heir is one who receives what is allotted to him through sonship. The word, child, comes from the greek word, nepios, which means an immature Christian, one who is untaught or haven’t grown in spiritual understanding and power. Caleb had the attitude and character of an heir, not a child.
Maybe the reason why some of us haven’t received what has been promised to us yet is because although we are heirs, we are still a child in certain areas (Galatians 4:1). As parents, there are certain things that we would never entrust to our children until they were mature enough for it. And as the children of God, many of us are asking for things, but we aren’t ready for the things we are asking for.
When the younger son asked his father for the portion of goods that belonged to him, the father gave it to him only for him to squander it foolishly. But he learned through what he went through that he should have said, Make me (Luke 15:19) before he said, Give me (Luke 15:12).
We’re asking God to give us things (and that’s fine), but let us ask God to make us for what He wants to give us.
One day after church, I was standing outside with two adults and a small child. As I was talking to one of the adults, the child asked me a question. I won’t repeat what he said, but let’s just say this child ‘called me out’. I was shocked, embarrassed and speechless.
I couldn’t believe he had just spoken to me that way, but what really made me mad was that the two adults standing by were his parents and they said nothing. They didn’t correct him nor did they apologize to me. So, what did I do? I accused the parents of talking about me in front of their child, but they both denied it.
I knew I was doing things that I shouldn’t have been doing, but I couldn’t figure out how this child knew what I was doing. I thought no one knew. I thought no one saw me, but the Lord opened the mouth of a child to open my eyes.
In Numbers 22, Balak, the king of Moab, saw what the Israelites did to the Amorites and he was afraid. He knew a man named Balaam and he knew that whoever Balaam blessed was blessed and whoever he cursed was cursed. He then sent his messengers (with money) to Balaam so that he might place a curse on the people that God called His people. Balaam told the men that he would talk to God and then tell them whatever God told him. God made it very clear to Balaam that the people Balak wanted to curse were blessed and he was not to go with Balak’s men.
The next day, Balaam told the men that God didn’t give him permission to go with them so Balak made a better offer and it sounded really good. Not only did he offer riches and honor, but he offered to do whatever Balaam asked. Balaam knew what God said the first time, but he went back to God concerning the same thing to see if He would change His mind.
God told Balaam to go with the men if they called him the following morning, but when Balaam went with Balak’s men, God became angry. I don’t believe God would tell him to go and then be angry because he went. Maybe it wasn’t about who Balaam went with, but about why he went with them. In 2 Peter 2:15, Balaam is described as a man who loved the wages of unrighteousness (wrongdoing; wickedness; doing harm).
While Balaam was traveling, the donkey saw the angel of the Lord standing in the way. The angel drew his sword to kill Balaam three times, but each time the donkey protected him. Balaam beat his donkey each time because he couldn’t see what his donkey saw and he didn’t understand what she was doing. But after the third beating, the Lord opened the mouth of the donkey and then He opened Balaam’s eyes.
The reason why God used a child that day was because when He spoke to me, I wouldn’t listen to Him. He used adults, but I wouldn’t listen to them so He used someone that I least expected. He used someone who I didn’t think He would use. Because I refused to put away childish things, He used a child to speak to a child (me). It may have been a little boy’s mouth, but it was God’s words.
God saw what I couldn’t see. He saw me going in the wrong direction and He knew the way I was going would have either killed me or destroyed me. Yes, Balaam’s foot was crushed against a wall along the way, but he lived to repent for the things he had done. He was given another chance and so was I.
I wanted to discipline that child the same way Balaam disciplined his donkey, but it wasn’t the child that needed rebuke.
It was me.