Safe In His Arms

father-holding-babies-handToday has been a very bad day…very bad. As I sit here upset, confused, and feeling a little broken I’m reminded of a story my mom once told me about me as a kid. She’s always said I was born grown up. I did everything at an early age, was very independent, and always acted with maturity well beyond my years. However, from the time I was a young toddler until I was about 6 years old, if I got in trouble for anything I would run to her, cry, and want to be held. I needed reassurance that I wasn’t a bad girl – I had only made a bad choice. I needed to know that I was loved and was safe in her arms. Mom said she loved those moments because I never wanted to be held or babied any other time. Some days we just need to run to God and climb in His lap to be held, loved, and reminded that we are His babies. Sometimes we just need reassurance that He is with us, and that we are always safe in His big arms. Not only would doing that make us feel better, but I think God would enjoy it quite a lot too.


Deuteronomy 33:27
“The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.”


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  1. Oh, how I know how this feels!!! It’s something that all of us need. I’m reminded of a song that I believe Twila Paris wrote about being a weary soldier when everyone else thinks you’re strong. Part of the chorus went like this: “They don’t know that I go running home when I fall down…” speaking of the child inside that needs her Daddy.

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