|holding my hand|
|scooted over to lie on my lap|
|Abby's bed in case you haven't seen it|
she doesn't fit there.
She's over eighty pounds now and not too far from five feet tall, yet...
she desperately needs to be enveloped by me.
I like that.
sure it's tiring that she needs me here when there are a thousand other things that should be attended to (don't get me started on the house), but there have been times in the past eleven years that I couldn't pull her into my arms and make everything okay. I remember those times when there was nothing I could do to calm her, but close the gate and walk away in my grief.
That's why I'm thankful for today. Today I can be her mom and do something so sweet, simple and of divine importance.
I realized today that I too have spent the past month squirming into the right spot. Trying desperately to feel better, trying to make sense of this life and not calming down until...
I feel the presence of my Heavenly Father right next to me...
not telling me "this too shall pass" or
"that all things work together for good..."
but simply saying, "Arise and eat" and
"Be still and listen..."
I can do that :)
Funny I'm surprised when He knows just where I'm at and just what I need to hear :)