At every age, former procrastinators, I enjoyed being with my dad. My mom said when she saw me sitting in his lap, she remembered she enjoyed sitting in her own dad’s lap even when her “legs hung down long.”
Daddy loved me, taught me many things, was lots of fun, sacrificed for me, valued my thoughts, and listened. He made me feel I mattered to him. I’m grateful to have such a dad to remember on Father’s Day. A recent conversation underscored that blessing.
My dear friend Ana and I were discussing what it means to abide in Christ. We’re both inclined to be doers and agree that we abide in the Lord when we’re working. “Without me you can do nothing.” “In Him you live and move and have your being.” The branch must be connected to the vine for His life to flow – whether working or quiet. We both feel a need to learn more about the “be still” part of abiding. Not asking for something, not seeking guidance, just being with Him, still. It’s part of following close.
Ana has six children, all of whom she nursed as babies. She mentioned how Psalm 131:2 speaks to her.
“‘But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me.’
A weaned child doesn’t demand to be fed, doesn’t pull and tug to get her way. She’s just glad to be resting against her mom.”
“Or,” as Ana continued, “It’s like sitting in your father’s lap.”
Ahh…Yes. I can do that.
Thank you, Daddy, for helping make Christ’s truth so real.
When this week will you lean your head on your heavenly Father and simply be glad to be there?