I found our seat on the plane yesterday. I hate planes. They are loud, crowded, and the turbulence scares me.
Bentley sat on my lap, toys in hand as he waved his arms up and down making the bells jingle and smiling with his success. He turned to look at me and give me a large grin as if to say, "Hey! You're there and because you're there and I am safe I am going to keep playing here!" When the plane begins to ascend in the air I give him his bottle and he drinks away, looking up with his large eyes and smiling between gulps. He falls asleep. There was a lot of turbulence around Atlanta. As I began to tense up and fear, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and wisdom. My child rests in my arms in total confidence that I am going to take care of his every need. He need not fear because I am holding him, providing for him, protecting him... and God was trying to show my that I should have the same sense of peace and trust. So I sat back and studied the behavior of my son... his peace... and imagined myself wrapped up in God's loving arms... taking care of my every need, offering me His ultimate peace... and suddenly I felt safe... and because I felt safe and full of peace, I nodded off to sleep.
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Sweet. Really, really sweet. My picture of God is him sitting in a big old soft armchair with his strong arms draped around me holding me tight and me all cuddled into his chest and listening to his heartbeat and knowing I am deeply, deeply loved. Thanks for reminding me.
Yes, that is a lovely picture...
Ah, peace. It is possible when you beLIeVE! This is sort of off topic, but hey that's what I do, but you should check out my aunt's blog. She has recently found peace (I'm back on topic) with my uncle's cancer. It's patipakulis@blogspot.com
Oops, I meant...
patipakulis.blogspot.com
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