Sometimes
all I want to do is crawl up into a ball and rest in my Father’s embrace.
There’s nothing quite like it. I find it’s the easiest way to escape the
troubles and heartaches of this world. I want to cry out “Abba, Abba,
please save me from myself,” and he does every time. He’s always waiting
for me. The thing is, I could be living in this place all the time, but so
often I choose otherwise. When I think I can walk on my own two feet again I
will slide out of his grip and stumble ahead like a child learning to walk. I
will take a few steps on my own strength then fall flat on my face, always.
I
do see progress though. Not in the number of steps I can take, but how often I
come falling back into His arms. I no longer hide in fear of my Father. His
voice is distinct and it always draws me back in whenever I step down form His
lap. I know the safest place to be is in His presence, not safe as in easy or
problem free, but it’s always full of supernatural peace and rest.
We’re
not giving up on, or avoiding our struggles here in this moment by returning to
God, that’s not what he asks of us, He only wants to hold our hands and walk
beside us, and even carry us at times, through these valleys we encounter. We
are here to grow in His strength, His wisdom and His grace. Our battles may
have different faces, but in the end, it’s the same struggle, to choose our way
or God’s way. I have already made my decision, what path will you choose?
