Be a Child

The most precious place in all existence to be when it’s “Just the 2 of us” – You and each of us. I know that it is for me.

But. ooohhhh. That can be a rocky road!

— Hmmmm . . . —

You sound content.

— I am —

always?

— No. Not always, silly! You know that! —

but that is what some writers say, that “God is always content because He’s infinitely in control.”

— Humpf! —

You “snort!"

— Yes I do! Forget "the writers"!

Pat! You know better than that .—

but sometimes I forget, sort of.

— You fear, you mean,

that somehow I am “detached,” above it all.

I am not “above it all”

I’m in it all, right in the thick of things, in the middle,

down in the “nitty-gritty.”

So down in the nitty gritty that I the grit between My “teeth”! —

Oh, dear! You smile!

— Yes. And you worry too much. —

and I can feel myself crawl into Your lap and curl up there, content like a child.

— Yes, Child. My child. This is where I want you for now.

There will be more: but for now, rest in Me. Let Me hold you.

And you will be content, and I will be content

for now, for a while.

And then you will grow up in Me and that will be different, powerful.

Yes, you will like it,

but for now, just for now

be a child. –

Comments

[Katie]

Hey!! Thank you for your link. Love your pic on the sidebar. :) I am getting ready to read and I'll add you to my blogs I read too.

Katie

[[Pat Kashtock]]

Thanks, Katie. I'd love to hear your thoughts on some of the entries.

[Beverly]

A child....yes, that is the relationship I long for with Abba Father. I get there, and then suddenly I find that I have crawled off of His lap and headed off on my own--usually with some "important" thing to do. But I am only truly content when on His lap, my head on His chest where I can hear His heartbeat.

[[Pat Kashtock]]

Hey Beverly -- Child is so often what I hear Him call me. It's comical because well, I really don't want to be a child... especially a child that gets her hands smacked occasionally (grin). You know how that can be.

Then there are those times when I feel so helpless and small, that I want to be held in arms far bigger and stronger than my own.

But -- as soon as "it's all better" I tend to be off and running again. I think that is likely the time I get my hands smacked, heheh. Thankfully, in spite of how I act, He never leaves.