Wed, July 25
... My Father's Arms
I had the most amazing picture of God the Father come to me the other night... I was holding a baby and thinking about how we always talk about God carrying us, holding us, everything like that; yet I have very few memories of being carried. The ones I have are from when I was a preschooler, and older, being carried on someone's hip. I have no memories whatsoever of being a tiny baby cradled in someone's arms, just sleeping, completely confident in the security of their arms. I don't remember that at all, but I got the picture of a completely grown woman, lying in God's arms, much like an adult holds a newborn baby. Cradled in the crook of God's arm, curled up in a sleeping position, fast asleep. That's the kind of picture of God holding me that I've gotten, and that's the security that I want to feel every time I think about it. His arms are the only things beween me and a long fall, but his arms are strong enough to hold me there and not let me fall. They are more than enough security for me.
infinite ||
abyss
posted at 2:19 p.m.