On a visit the other day, a little boy climbed on my lap with his blanket and wanted to rock. And so... I did! What joy!
Just for today I would love to have a little dark haired baby Josh wrap his fingers up in my hair as he goes to sleep so I can watch over him. Or have a little tow headed Michael climb on my lap to be wrapped up in his binkie to be rocked and held. Have my Caleb jump in bed for an impromptu story marathon.
My heart aches to be able to hold them when they are hurting or sick. Longing to draw them close and sing those silly songs.
My heart aches to be able to hold them when they are hurting or sick. Longing to draw them close and sing those silly songs.
Waiting for us to call to Him while He longs to hold us close. He's waiting and willing to do more than all we could ask or imagine.
For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, "Abba, Father." Romans 8:15 I am so thankful that I can cry out to him whenever, whereever and for whatever. Romans 8:26 In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And when we are too lost he still knows what we need without even asking. What PEACE!!
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