This is what it looks like when my one year old reaches for me. As if by instinct or a deep-seeded inner need for me to hold him, his arms shoot up instantly when he walks near me. If I don't immediately pick him up, a meltdown ensues, and he weeps from the bottom of his soul in devastation until I snatch him up in my arms and hug him. It always amazes me how much this little guy needs me. ME. He loves his daddy, and they have a great relationship, but at the end of the day, he doesn't want anyone but ME! His eyes are singularly focused. He knows what he needs, and he runs to it. Kicking and screaming until he gets it. How simple. How basic. How sweet.
This is what it looks like when I'm doing anything but running to the one thing I need. I get so distracted and so unfocused. I run to anything and everything in this life that I think might satisfy me... or, more shamefully, distract me... instead of running towards the ONE thing I NEED!
Oh, that I would run to the ONE who loves me unconditionally and is waiting for me to run to him. I long for the weights to be dropped from my arms so they might fly up in the air, reaching for HIM who has given everything so I can live free, full of joy, free of stress.
I need to write on my mirror, so that I see it every day: "RELAX! REST! REACH!"
Relax in the Truth, Rest in Christ, Reach for HIM!