Helpless I came into this world, fully dependent upon my mother and father for my every need. Desperately I cried to be filled, to be nourished, to be soothed, and comforted. I wonder how long my mother allowed me to cry before she arose to meet my every need?
When one is in a time of waiting upon the Lord, and is crying out for Him to come and fill the ache in their heart, how long is it until the moment when that ache is met with His sustenance? Helpless, hungry and desperate I come, yet my heart is still only partially His.
Oh how the cares of this world weigh me down. The things I must do. The things I want to do. The things I wish I could do. The things I feel I should be doing. My focus is not fully set on the joy set before me, for I feel as if I am crumbling underneath the weight of the cares and wants, and the inner struggle of my soul to find rest…to find HIM.
I want to be like a child, running freely in the wide open spaces of His heart. I want to take His hand and allow Him to lead me, never looking back because I fully trust the One who leads. I want to play hide and seek, to be found by the One whom my soul seeks.
In childlike faith I come.
Will you accept me again Father, just as I am, where I am, heart weighed down by the distractions of this world? Will you lead me again Father into the secret places of your heart, where I will once again find rest. I must be fed, for I am hungry. I must be filled, for I am desperate for you.
I’m reaching up today, waiting for my Heavenly Father to pick me up and take me away with Him. And you, my friend, how is He leading you in childlike faith today?
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