In His Arms

“Then He took a child, 

had him stand among them, and taking him in His arms, 

He said to them,…”

Mark 9:36

Oh!  This fussy little baby puts up such a fight!   She’s SO tired, yet she fights with all her might to avoid falling asleep.   Bouncing, patting, whispering . . . !  just have to wait until she gives up her struggle to stay awake.  But eventually, she quiets. . . she’s asleep!  Holding this still little baby, wrapped in her soft blanket, with her fuzzy little head resting on my shoulder, I can feel her soft hair and give kisses as I hold her near.  This part could last all day if possible!

And I wonder . . . 

When I let God hold me, is it like this for Him?   I put up the struggle of being taken away from whatever I was doing, and He wraps His arms around me, cradling my head nearest to His Heart.  He is gentle.  He is speaking in a whisper, even though I want to continue on with what I was doing.  I don’t even know what I want or need.  I just want to stay awake.

But slowly, as His gentle but firm hold of me goes on, I begin to relax. . . the complaints fade to quiet, and I begin to rest in His loving arms.  His whispers become my lullabye.  I am warm.  I am safe.  I am loved.  

I could stay here forever.