My eyes met his from across the little reception area at my chiropractic office today. His beautiful blue eyes looked like the most beautiful ocean I’d ever seen. He reached out with his tiny little hand and he squeezed onto my finger with incredible strength. His smile stretched across his face and brightened the entire room.
A complete and perfect picture of such innocence and purity. Full of bewilderment and amusement at the world around him. He carried such curiosity. He was a perfect picture of beauty. But he was also a perfect picture of utter helplessness.
Let me explain. I work in a chiropractic office. Today a young mother came in to receive her care and in order to do the therapies she needed to, I was handed this beautiful baby boy, his bottle, and all of his belongings. As I sat with this baby in my arms and my heart just melted. I tried to imagine what his little mind was thinking as he looked out into the office. Here he is, just months old, can’t walk on his own, can’t eat on his own, can’t move from point A to point B on his own. Cries out for his mother knowing that she hears him and will respond to his cry. This beautiful little baby boy was so helpless. And I found myself amazed at how much he trusted me, a stranger to him, to hold him and protect him while his mother was away. He grabbed my finger and he never let go.
This kicked the gears in my mind into overdrive (you know… my mind speeds off a million miles an hour while my words try and follow)
I thought of the helplessness of this baby… and I was instantly drawn to the fact that Christ was once a baby like him. I was brought to silence at the fact that the GOD of the UNIVERSE, the almighty and all powerful God came to this earth as an INFANT for me. He became helpless… for me. Incredible.
My mind is then drawn to a picture of myself grasping onto Christ’s finger as he holds me in this place I’m unsure of. In this new place I’ve never seen before surrounded by people I do not know. Where I’m completely out of my comfort zone and I just grasp onto him for comfort and peace and protection. Situations in my own life, where my mother was not there, or my father was not there, and still in those moments I was protected. I had someone to cling to and I felt safe. Moments where I just cry out in need and Christ hears my cry and runs to me. With open arms he runs to me.
I am so undeserving of His unfailing love.
But I am so so so incredibly grateful.
