I had spent the better part of a day cleaning out closets, and I was still knee-deep in clothes when my daughter came home from school. We did the normal after-school routine - checking for homework and getting a snack - and I sent her off to play so that I could finish my project.
Emily came into the room several times, asking me to stop to play with her or read her a book. I brushed her off each time, not trying to ignore her, but my focus was on what I needed to get done.
It didn't take long for me to find out what I really needed to be doing.
As I was telling her one more time to please go and play, she interrupted me and gave me her "puppy face" - her head tilted down, her green eyes looking up, and her lower lip stuck out - and said, "But Mommy, I need some snuggle time!"
How could I say no? So, we crawled into my bed, and I wrapped her in my arms as she snuggled up next to me. After a minute she scooted even closer, and let out a contented little sigh..."Ahhh..." As I stroked her hair, I realized that I needed some snuggle time, too.
But not just with Emily.
How long had it been since I'd spent any snuggle time with God? I was caught up in getting stuff done, working on my projects, and had basically asked God to leave me alone for a little while.
I needed to snuggle with Him - to just get quiet, with nothing else going on, and get close to Him. I wanted to feel His arms around me and relax in the peace that only He can give.
I made some time that evening to go to God and ask Him for some snuggle time. He didn't tell me to go and play awhile. He just opened His arms and wrapped me up in them.
And as I breathed out my own contented little sigh, I realized that I hadn't even had to use my "puppy face"...
Shh...
Every so often, during one of the thousands of random things that happen during the course of my day, God whispers.
Not words, really, just something that makes me stop and take a closer look at what's going on.
When I do, I'm amazed at how much God can speak to my heart...with nothing more than a whisper.
Not words, really, just something that makes me stop and take a closer look at what's going on.
When I do, I'm amazed at how much God can speak to my heart...with nothing more than a whisper.
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