I sit quietly in awe. Quietly watching this precious little one nestled snugly in her momma’s arms. Their breathing is in harmonic motion, in and out . . . in and out . . .a quiet, a peaceful rhythm.
Her momma gently whispers words of love over her as she has her tucked safely close. In her mother’s arms she is safe, protected, nurtured. Momma’s arms hold her close to her beating heart, that heart that was the familiar sound this little one heard day in and day out while her mother carried her for nine months. And now out in this world, this world that is so filled with chaos, her momma continues to hold her close, to cover her with mother wings. A stronghold of love.
I sit watching, pondering in awe. Pondering meditatively.
As I see my very own little girl embrace her own little girl, my heart is full. My heart is full of love for this new little one who has been remarkably and wonderfully made. My heart is full of love for the one who was remarkably and wonderfully knitted together inside my own body.
But most of all, my heart is full of reminders of the One who covers me in His arms, who holds me close in the midst of the chaos.
I am reminded of the times my life has been crumbling to pieces around me, troubles were crashing into me right and left, life seem to be imploding. I was alone, or at least that is what the enemy wanted me to believe.
Clinging to Psalm 46, He pulls me in to cover me with His Love, to be my stronghold against all that is clamoring to tear me apart. He is always there to whisper His words of Love into my heart. Pulling me close, the chaos turns into peace.
I can hear His heartbeat because He created me to be His.
God is my refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore I will not fear,
Though the earth should give way,
And though the mountains fall into the heart
of the sea.
Though its waters roar and foam,
Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride.
So as things of this world are vying to pull me away, to create disharmony, when I have to hold it together, even when I don’t feel like it . . . it is here, here with my God, my Creator, that I find solace, my stronghold. It is here, I can let it go. I cling to His arms and hear His tender heart calling me close. It’s here in the magnificent, or the insignificant, in the joyous moments, or the disappointing times, the uplifting, or the casting down, the contentment, or the perplexities and uncertainties that I rest secure. Resting secure in the harmonic motion of His peace and His grace.
Rest in His arms, just like that precious little one in her Momma’s arms. Rest no matter what the world throws your way. Find His peace in the chaos.