Sunday, we had a lunch after church that we needed to be at, and I had to keep my son up a little later from nap. After we finished eating, but before the speaking started, I knew I had to get my boy home. On the way to the car I could tell I pushed him a little too hard (he also woke up extra early that morning). Realizing a meltdown was imminent, I braced myself for the worst.
A meltdown did come, and it was a good one. I usually get really frustrated when he throws a tantrum like this, but today I felt so sorry for how exhausted he was. There was no way he could handle anything else, he was absolutely done.
I kneeled down with his milk and a soother ready to go for nap, and he just ran around and around and around screaming and crying. I couldn’t pick him up, I couldn’t do anything. It was like he couldn’t see me. I just sat there ready to hug, kiss and comfort him when it was all over. How I wished he’d realize I just wanted to love him, calm him and put him to sleep.
As I watched him running and running, I couldn’t help but see myself and the Lord. I wonder how often He is standing there just wanting to comfort me, give me rest, nurture me, and I’m so caught up in my own life that I’m running around in a self-inflicted whirlwind. I can’t even see him waiting to hold me.
Psalm 120:1 says
I took my troubles to the Lord; I cried out to him, and he answered my prayer.
Lately, I have really been challenged to take my issues to the Lord, and wow, He is not disappointing. The answers aren’t always what I expect, but soon enough I see why it happened the way it did. His ways are so high above ours.
As my arms waited to hold my son, so God holds us, day after day after day.
Praise the Lord; praise God our savior! For each day he carries us in his arms. (Psalm 68:19)
Even in our wandering and disobedience, the Lord longs to hold us.
All day long I opened my arms to a rebellious people.But they follow their own evil paths and their own crooked schemes. (Isaiah 65:2)
The arms of the Lord miraculously never get tired. Tonight at bedtime my son was extra clingy and wouldn’t let me put him down. My belly is starting to get bigger, and by the time I put him in his crib, I was breathless. The arms of our God never tire from comforting and carrying us.
As a mother, I love this final verse. It is a promise of how the Lord will love and comfort me, and how he will guide me in loving and caring for my children. He will give me strength to do the job he has called me to.
He will feed his flock like a shepherd. He will carry the lambs in his arms, holding them close to his heart. He will gently lead the mother sheep with their young. (Isaiah 40:11)
God is so gracious, he says that he will gently lead the mothers. He isn’t harsh with us, when maybe we are harsh with our children. His example is perfect, and his grace sufficient.
Stop running in circles, dry your eyes, and fall into the arms of the One who longs to give you rest and lead you in His way.