He calls me his precious precious son. I melt at his words. Some thing peaceful happens inside of me.
I remember as a child going to my Father and climbing onto his lap. Snuggling into his chest I would find a place of security. The cropped picture above is one of my Fathers hand’s wrapped around my 1 year old body. Secure, loved and held.
I have listened to the ‘Father/ Child’ experiences of others and I know that I had something very special, even quite unique.
My Father died a few years back and I miss his quiet wise presence. Some guidance when asked for and a place to be heard.
Where do I go to now for that sense of being held when the storm of life swirls?
I go to Daddy. My three closest friends are Jesus, Daddy and Spirit (Holy). Each have qualities unique to themselves but are also perfectly complimentary to the other.
Daddy welcomes me home with wide open arms. Swings open the banquet room doors and sits me beside him for the feast. I am loved, fed and curled up on his wide lap.
It’s all consuming, you can’t help but experience his infinite love, and the security it brings.
The love your cocooned in is beyond what your brain can comprehend.
You don’t think, you experience.
It at times is overwhelming, while at other times it’s just being. No agenda, no ulterior motive.
You feel so small and inadequate, but some how when you are there you don’t think about it.
A never ending oasis in the desert of life.
When you come away you know things you didn’t know before, something has transpired in you without you even knowing. It was beyond your control. It was a gift from Daddy that he knew you needed. He knows your deepest needs, beyond what you know yourself.
Each time you curl up on his lap it’s always a bit different because of the growth you have experienced from the previous time. It gently builds on itself.
How do we find this haven?
I suppose the first and probably the most important step is to come to the reality of need. The wandering son Jesus talks about in Luke 17:11-32 ‘came to his senses’. He wakes up to his need. Rejecting self dependency and self determination he returns home to Daddy.
This my journey. Coming to my senses, returning home, and finding a welcoming respite. Warmth, wisdom and rest.
Where do you go to for your security?
Blogger Labels: Anxious,words,father,chest,Secure,Child,guidance,life,Daddy,friends,Jesus,Spirit,qualities,banquet,room,brain,times,agenda,motive,oasis,gift,needs,growth,haven,Luke,senses,self,dependency,determination,respite,Warmth,wisdom,Fathers,doors