Sunday, April 24, 2011

No other arms

This morning in church, we sat behind a couple who have five adorable children, the youngest of which is 2.  For some reason, she just wasn't having any of the nursery this morning.  There was a tearful seperation which didn't last long, as she was miserable. The nursery workers understand that sometimes we just need our parents.  Her dad went up and tried to stay with her, but she wasn't buying any of that, so he carried her into the service. She was clutching on to him so tightly that she was wrinkling his shirt with her two little hands filled with the material.  Her tears were still in her eyes as he carried her to his seat.  Her grandmother saw her and tried to take her from his arms, but again, she gripped even tigher and buried her head in his chest.  She never moved.  She stayed that way through the entire worship service; clutching his shirt, head buried in his chest, until I noticed something.  Her grip began to loosen and her body became limp.  She had fallen asleep. Her fear was gone.  Her confidence returned because of being held in the secure arms of her dad.  She could relax, and rest. She totally showed me an amazing picture of God.

God is our father.  We never want to be seperated from Him or feel that He is not near.  When we do feel that distance, we need to run to His arms and lay our heads on His chest.  It is safe there.  When the world tries to take us from His arms, we need to hold on more tightly and bury our faces in His chest.  See, when her head was against His chest, she couldn't see anyone around.  All she could hear was His heartbeat and in that place, there was rest, peace, security.

Today we are celebrating the fact that Jesus gave His life for us, and rose again so that we could gain access into the Holy of Holies.  We can now run into His spiritual arms, rest on His chest, hear His heartbeat, BUT we, like this little girl, need to shun off anything that wants to take us out of that rightful place.  What would life be like if we never left the grasp of the Father?  I know that today I saw an amazing picture of how much my heavenly Father loves me - so much that He gave His son - for me. For you.

When was the last time you heard His hearbeat?

1 comment:

  1. What an awesome picture you paint. Thank you for sharing what Dad showed you today.

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