This was one of the sweetest things I’ve seen in quite a while.
Our church was gathered on a cold Saturday morning in the north parking lot. We were listening to music, singing worship songs, and getting our marching orders from the senior pastor. One little boy, obviously chilled by the morning air, walked over to his mother. He tugged on her leg with his mitten-covered hands, looked up to her and said six simple words, “I want to hold you, Mommy”.
She reached down and scooped him into her arms. He snuggled into the warmth and she rocked gently back and forth, comforting him.
“I want to hold you, Mommy.” Of course, he meant that he wanted mommy to hold him. Anyone within earshot knew his meaning…until you saw how he wrapped his short little arms around her neck and pulled her close. He really did want to hold her. He wanted to draw her close and feel the security of her breath on his ear. He wanted to know her strength. He wanted to bring his body close to his mother.
I have to think our relationship with God is much like this. So many times I look to heaven and ask God to hold me. But there are occasions when I want nothing more than to hold my God. I want to draw him close to my heart. I want to experience his strength. I want to enjoy his power. I want to hold my God and know the security of his love for me.
