girl being held by her curly haired mother. The two looked content to be waiting to slide into the middle of the row where the rest of their family was seated. As they waited, I lip read the mother saying “I love you” to the beauty in her arms. Then the mother leaned over and began to whisper in her daughter’s ear. The girl listened without moving and when the mom finished her message with a kiss on her forward the little bundle laid her head on her mother’s shoulder.
Oh how I wanted to hear what the sweet momma whispered in that darling’s ear, but then it hit me….that is how God wants to hold me. He wants me to rest in His embrace and quietly listen to what He has to speak to me. Each message He has for me is surrounded by love and acts of affection.
Yet, I know too many times instead of resting in my Savior’s
loving arms, I act like a two year old bent on doing my own thing. I may ask to be picked up, but immediately I start squirming and pushing back. I straighten my back against His holding me, wanting to quickly get back to my doings.
Can’t you picture the battle between a toddler bent on getting
away and the parent trying to hold him?
Why do I want to get away? I guess I don’t really want to get
away; I just have a hard time slowing down. At times it is difficult to set my plans aside for enough time to hear His whispers.
The beauty of the mother/daughter I observed this morning,
reminds me to sit, relax, enjoy the embrace God has waiting for me if I come to Him expecting. Like in Deut. 30: 20 "you may love the Lord your God, listen to His voice, and hold fast to Him." Ahh, how sweet the love of the Father is.