HELD

June 20th 2008

His little fingers wrap their way around my finger. He nestles his nose into the cork of my neck as if it was designed just for him. He snuggles his body into the curve of mine and closes his eyes. He sighs as if the all day he has been waiting just for this moment, this precious moment. He slows his breathing as if he is breathing in the very sweetness of this moment and he smiles.

Without saying a word he says

‘you are my everything, you are all I need, you keep me safe and I trust you without doubt. No matter what has happened today, it all melts away in your arms. I am safe, I am held.’

Every day finishes this way, my precious child held in the arms of his parent.
How do I finish my days?
DO I run into my Heavenly Fathers arms?
DO I wait, breathe is His presence and allow my day to melt into sweet fragrance of the moment?
DO I trust?
Do I nestle into Him and allow myself to be simply a child who needs to be held?
Do I wrap my fingers tightly around His hand and hold on tight?

O Father that I may run to you desperate to be rocked and held throughout every moment of my day.