When all three little girls sandbag themselves around me while we watch a movie on the well-worn couch. The lanky one on my left, already a verbal giant, narrating constantly. Clutching tightly to my hand. An official princess. Days away from kindergarten. I’m smiling to myself, thankful for her spunk, thinking she probably expects to be in the third grade by Christmas.
The much more silent middle one, all things pink or purple. Stealthy and 100% ninja in pursuit of a snack. Physical obstacles disregarded, verbal “no’s” ignored. Focused and beyond determined. At almost 4 yo, she is tucked in tightly on my right, keeping me aware through the warmth of this physical touch that in her beautiful little body, one imperfect gene contains a ticking time bomb. I’m thanking God for her determination, praying she won’t need it.
The certified 2 yo copycat, born with an irresistible smile. Already a champion snuggle-r. Exuding her own uniqueness. Innocently unaware. Constantly learning. Absorbing life on the run. Beautifully sleepy-eyed, claiming my lap as part of her blanket. Together we are an unmistakable loving lumpiness.
What joy. What a gift. I am enjoying the quiet before the storm, when the switch shall be flipped, and it’s time for … what’s next!
Does God see us this way? Coming to Him because we want His loving presence? Being quiet all too briefly in His loving arms before we shoot off to what’s next? And surely, He lets us go, still feeling the warmth of our presence in our surrendered repose, praying that we will keep
ourselves safe in our choices.
When we are no longer so snuggle-worthy. When our expectations are reality-checked by life. When we need strength beyond our own, may we hear the God who created and formed us say,
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you. I have summoned you. I have called you by name. You are mine….. I will be with you…. You are precious …in my sight. Do not be afraid because I love you.”
Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing. See, it springs up. Do you not perceive it?”
(Isaiah 43: 1, 4-5, 18-19)