Open Attachment

It's that place we all have, that place of safety, of comfort, of peace. We find rest there. How long we depend on that place I suppose is entirely up to us. Sometimes the place may not seem safe anymore, we might out grow it's spaces, or we begin to find nothing but restlessness as time goes on.

Yet, there is always a place we can find rest for our weary souls. A place where safety is never an issue. A place where comfort can be found in the most uncomfortable places or positions. A place that isn't always peaceful, but peacefilled.

That place is in our Abba's arms. A place of refuge strength and rest. Why is it that we think we grow up so quick spiritually and yet we forget this place as a babe in Christ we ran to?

Are you running or resting?

We recently went on a trip to see family for Christmas; our three year old, our one year old, my pregnant wife, two grandparents and me... all in one van! Needless to say, it was quite the trip! After a few hours in the car with crying babies I wanted to call my mother and beg her forgiveness for every tantrum I ever had. We unloaded the car and settled in for a warm Christmas time with family we haven't seen in a couple of years.

On Christmas day we noticed our three year old acting a bit clingy. He just wanted to be with daddy all the time. He wanted daddy to hold him, daddy to get him his drink, daddy to play, daddy to watch Polar Express, and the list goes on. Daddy missed the beginning of Christmas dinner because his little guy just wanted to be with him in the bedroom watching a movie.

He would say things like "I miss home daddy". Home. Even after we returned, all he wants is daddy. My wife took him to the mall today and he misbehaved. When I asked him why he didn't listen to his mommy he said "because I wanted you daddy, because I missed you." We are a little confused at this because it's daddy that dishes out the spankings when time-out isn't working. It's daddy that raises his voice when he's not happy. Yet, at bed time it's "daddy don't leave", "daddy read me a story", "daddy rub my back". 

"And under His wings you may seek refuge;

His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark."

~Psalm 91:4

Psalm 91, a psalm of refuge! You see, I am learning a lot from this experience. Things like, I don't run into God's arms like I use to. I have lost some of my sense of safety, my place of comfort, and my experience of peace. The closest thing to home for my son in his time of need was his abbas' arms. In all of my "spiritual growth" I have lost sight of what it is to be held. I guess sometimes it takes a cranky homesick little boy to be the instrument of God saying "Remember how much you loved being in My presence, never wanting Me to leave you."

The sad part is, soon my son will grow out of this. He will not likely want to be seen with dad, much less seen giving me a hug or kiss. Soon he will be "smarter" than me when I try to correct him. And soon, when my correction isn't the answer he is looking for, he will be "grown enough" to do things his way. I guess I am much like my son when it comes to my Abba. How about you?

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