jumping in the lap of God– and resting there a while

I have been scolded many times lately for my lack of sharing of my writing so here is a taste of some of my latest thoughts.

I love my 3 year olds. Every single Sunday morning I get to spend a glorious hour and a half with them and every time I walk away with another beautiful glimpse of how glorious our Father God is. This Sunday was no exception. Hope this encourages you the way it did me when I wrote it…

It is amazing what picking up and rocking a weeping child will do. When I have kids who come in and are completely inconsolable all I have to do is scoop them up in my arms and instinctively their head falls into the crook of my neck. As their last few tears run down their face and fall gently on my back they are overwhelmed by this sense that they will be okay. Their labored heavy breathing becomes lighter, their loud wailings are calmed to a gentle whimper, until all of it fades to a calm silence.

Sunday, after just one more occurrence of this happening in my classroom, God spoke in that still small voice. The gentle whisper serving as a reminder that this is exactly what God does with us. In the moments where we are completely broken, God bends down on His knee and scoops us up. He rocks us like a child who is gently weeping until we are finally so quieted and at peace that we know things will be just fine, because our loving Abba, God has us in His everlasting, unfailing arms.

Lately it seems, as though there have been plenty of moments where I have been reminded of my broken state as a human. I love that the Lord looks down at us in our brokenness and rather than being completely disgusted by what He sees and turning away, He opens up His arms waiting for me to open mine and jump into His lap.

In the times over the last few months where obstacles have seemed insurmountable, pain has been an inescapable part of reality, and uncertainty seems like status quo; God has reached down multiple times and in that quiet, yet beautiful whisper of a voice called me as a child to himself. I must say there is nothing in the world quite like being held by our heavenly Father. While His arms may not be physical arms, resting there is the most peaceful place I have found in my lifetime.

I suppose my goal here is just to remind you of that, and to share with you a brief sliver of what God has been showing me. In the moments where pain seems more real than anything else, where tears seem like a daily practice, and where the right words never seem to come, know that Your Father is there. His arms are outstretched. He is bending down, and calling to you by name. Your Daddy wants to rock you gently, as your last tears roll down His back, and you are overwhelmed by His peace. Love you all.

“Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times in every way. The Lord be with you all.”
—2 Thessalonians 3:16