Words fail me pic

Words fail me pic

Monday, September 7, 2015

They run to my arms for comfort

I'm so thankful that my kids are still in the stage where even though it's my voice that corrects them, they immediately run to my arms for comfort. One day, they'll want distance and that'll be hard. 

Even Zoe at 10 comes back to us, not because she's super well adjusted and we're awesome parents, but because that's how God made her. To return to the people who love her enough to correct her to gain comfort from the same voice. 

We are just wired for this. Sometimes we don't understand why kids who get beat -- because they have caregivers who take things out on them --then yearn to return to the arms that beat them. But it's what our instinct is. It makes loving a little person such a responsibility. 

So if we're wired that way who wired us? I think our creator. Our father. The one who corrects and redirects us until it hurts and our gut response is: 

God, no!
God, why?
God, please?!?!
God, it hurts. 
God, thank you. 
God. 

We return to him in question, in anger, in frustration, in pain, in peace. But we always return. To him. 


I will give them a heart to know that I am the LORD, and they shall be my people and I will be their God, for they shall return to me with their whole heart. Jeremiah 24:7

It's ok to rant and rave a little first, but your heart will always lean toward Him.

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