Come to me

I stand at the throne of God, tugging at His robe.  As I look up at Him my eyes are filled with pain to great to bear.  Without a word needing to be spoken He picks me up and cradles me tightly in His arms.  I lay my weary head against His chest breathing in His scent of peace and comfort.  Patiently He waits for me to speak as He lovingly strokes my hair.

"I hurt." I say in a whisper barely audible.

He wraps me tighter within His arms placing kisses atop my head.  "I know you do My child. I know."

I close my eyes and rest, finding comfort in being held.

Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.

Matthew 11:28

The Rain Has Come

The rainy season is upon us here in the Pacific Northwest.  For many that is something to groan and gripe about.  For me it is a reason to rejoice.  I love the rain.  I love to watch it pour down.  To hear it splashing against the ground.  When roads are empty I love to drive in it.  I love the sound it makes against my van's metal roof and the way it runs willy nilly across my window.  I even like walking in the rain.  I like the way it soaks into my hair and clothes when I know a warm shower is soon to follow.  It is refreshing and cleansing.  It allows growth.  It washes all the dust away.  I am a person who needs the rain. 

Today was a hard day.  Today, I needed the rain.  My body aches, my heart aches, my mind aches, and my soul aches.  There are so many things I don't understand.  So many questions that go un-answered.  Driving home today I took notice of the rain.  It didn't bring me answers or stop the aches and pains, but it brought me comfort.  Thank you Lord for the rain.

Can't you feel me?

Klayton was lying in my lap asleep.  When he awoke he didn't see me, his eyes were diverted and elsewhere.  He began to panic.  Fear replacing peace.  I quickly picked him up as the tears began to fill his eyes and put him to my chest.  Cradling him within my arms I kissed his forehead and said, "I am right here.  Couldn't you feel me? Couldn't you sense that I was with you?"

Immediately I wondered just how many times God has whispered that to me. "Karmen, I am right here.  Can't you feel me? Can't you sense that I am with you?"  How many times have my eyes been diverted and elsewhere other than on Him?  How many times have I been nestled in His lap and not even realized it? When fear replaces peace I need to remember that God has me within His loving arms.  He has me cradled to His chest and He is present and hasn't left me.  What an amazing gift to be God's child.  Thank you Lord for reminding me of Your love.