The other day while I was in the grocery store, I watched this sweet little boy with big tears in his eyes raise his hands up to his father and say “Daddy, hold me”. For some reason this really hit me because this baby boy was hardly able to stand on his own yet instinctively he knew to raise his arms up when he needed to be held.
My parents divorced when I was very small because my father was an alcoholic and abusive. I hated father’s day because everybody in school would make these lavish father’s day cards for their dads, yet I could not do that.
It was not until I began to develop my relationship with God that I began to visualize myself holding my arms up to him when I needed to be held. I wish that when I was smaller, I would have had the idea because there were so many times I needed a Daddy.
Even now at the age of 45, when I am dealing with life stresses or something overwhelming, I find myself falling at the feet of Jesus laying my head on his knee. My “Daddy” has spent many times since then stroking my hair and giving me the assurance I need to carry on. At nights when my thoughts overtake my mind, I climb into my heavily Father’s lap and just pray for the ability to have a quiet mind so I can sleep. He is always faithful in granting me what I need.
My hope for you would be, you too, would climb into the lap of Jesus when you need him. Do it even when you don’t need him but just to surround yourself in his love.
Come to me all who are weary, and I will give you rest…