Monday, September 27, 2010

Ain't that the truth.

"Every adult still has the need to be loved like a child." (not treated like a child, but loved) -Beth Moore

I read this little bit of wisdom a couple of weeks ago and it keeps resonating within me. I see it in my own life.

I often feel like I'm really just a little girl trapped in this grown-up body. That means I have to act like an adult in every way.

But, sometimes I just want to kick and scream and throw a fit. Sometimes I just want to eat candy until I get sick. Sometimes I don't want anybody to tell me what to do (actually that may be all the time). Sometimes I want to watch Saturday morning cartoons.

Sometimes I just want to sit in the lap of my granddaddy.
(Granddaddy and me, circa 1973 or 74)
Sometimes I just want my mommy to take care of me when I'm sick (she was so good at that).

But, most of all ... I want to know that I am loved all the time, no matter what.

Loved like a child.

You know the kind of love.

The love that makes you feel safe. The love that never makes you doubt whether you're loved or not. The love that makes you feel totally secure.

Did any of us ever doubt our parents' love when they held us or tucked us in at night?

Not at all.

I need that.

And, I'm just coming to the realization, at this older age, that my Heavenly Father is the only One who can give it to me. The. Only. One.

Hello. Why does it take me so long to get such simple things that I should already know? I always knew it. But knowing it, and feeling it are two totally different things. Totally different.

Even when you are old, I will be the same. Even when your hair has turned gray, I will take care of you. I made you and will take care of you. I will carry you and save you.
Isaiah 46:4

3 Comments:

Cathy said...

Amen!

Momma Morgan said...

You are definitely right. As I was praying yesterday, I was sitting there saying "God, I just want some one to hold me in their arms and comfort me." (It really was just "one of those days") Usually I'm pretty tough, so my husband really doesn't know how to treat me when I get to these places. I'm very happy to say that, even though I don't have my parents to comfort me like they used to, and my husband to comfort me like I'd want him to, but I have a GOD who is my comforter and He will wrap me in his arms for as long as I want. And I am just so very thankful for that! Have a blessed day!

Wendi@Every Day Miracles said...

This is so true! I needed to hear it today.