“Then He took a child,
had him stand among them, and taking him in His arms,
He said to them,…”
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.