One sunday morning while waiting for our breakfast to come, I watched as a sleugh of orphans made their way across the grounds to the not quite finished building they were about to hold their church service in. I meandered over and entered in with the never ending flow of little boys and girls. It wasnt long for many of them to congregate around me as I decided to sit about half-way back. Thankfully I chose the right side because I didnt exactly realize initially that they had seperated the boys and girls. Regardless, there I sat with a number of boys on my right and my left.
I found myself being touched and examined for my white skin, different hair and everything else about me that seemingly stood out. Out of nowhere I look up and there is a precious little boy who was not quite thigh-high who stood in front of me with no apprehension in his eyes and his arms outstretched towards me. I looked and smiled and then effortlessly picked up the little guy and laid him down on my chest and held him in my arms.
His heart was racing and his little hands stayed clinched but his eyes were heavy and he quickly drifted into a slumber while embracing me. The service started and I quietly hummed to him and played with his hair much like my mama did for me when I was young. Slowly, as he drifted further into a place of rest a few things happend. His hands let go and the tense little ball in front of me become completely limp. Also, the longer he had his head on my chest, the less his heart raced and the more he started taking my heart beat.
This service lasted hours and Id move him around from time to time which would wake him up enough to look at me and then fall back asleep on me with a new embrace. There were many kids in the service that day who saw me. There were fewer who did whatever they could to sit near me. However, there was one who came to me and was willing to completely trust me even though his hands were clinched and his heart was racing.
When was the last time I came to Him to find rest in His arms? When was the last time that I laid my head on His chest so that my heart beat would be transformed to His? When have lI et His rest be the avenue for release of the things I cling to? When I have closed my eyes to this world to have them opened to something more?
How about you?
