Curled up in Daddy’s Lap
When your child is hurt or sad, there is no better place to be than in the lap of Mommy or Daddy (whoever happens to be the available one), but there is an extra security of being in Daddy’s lap because Daddy has those big, strong arms of protection. The tears quickly fade, as your child feels that comfort, security, and love. Any scars are gone, and replaced with peace.
What about the times when your child is trying to do something by themselves, but obviously isn’t getting it done? Well, we gently tell them, that all they had to do was ask for help, not go into a tizzy.
Now, let’s talk about it where the “rubber meets the road.” How many times do we get hurt by comments made by others? How many times are we deeply saddened by something, to the point of tears? How many times do we get in a tizzy, or let ourselves be frazzled because we are trying so hard to do too much, and we haven’t asked for help?
We, too, have a “Daddy” and He would love for us to climb into His lap, and to share our hurts, our struggles, our feelings of inadequacy, and our feelings of being so totally overwhelmed with the tasks that are before us. Jesus tells us in John 14:1 “Do not LET your hearts be troubled, distressed, or agitated.” (Amp. Bible) We tend to get ourselves into the messes where we feel so overwhelmed and inadequate and depressed. He wants us to come to Him. I Pet. 5:7 says “Casting the whole of your care (all your anxieties, all your worries, all your concerns, once and for all) on Him, for He cares for you affectionately and cares about you watchfully.” (Amp. Bible)
God loves us so much that He doesn’t want us to just come to Him when we are so burdened with cares, but He wants us to curl up in His lap once in a while, just so He can love on us, as we love on our children when they are in our lap. I remember, as a new mom, God spoke so tenderly to me one day as I was nursing Rachel. He told me that each time I sat down to nurse her, to use that time to sit in His lap, and He would love and cuddle me, just as I was cuddling her. Those were some precious times. Nursing was never the same after He spoke that to me. The days of nursing are long gone, but the days of letting my Father cuddle me don’t have to be gone. He is right there, and He is patiently waiting on me, and He’s waiting on you. Why don’t you go let Him love on you for a while?
© 2003, Stacy R Miller