This was illustrated so clearly this weekend as my grand daughter Charlotte took ill on my son's wedding day. Daddy had just put on her pretty dress only to have her lose her lunch on it. Neither daddy, Charlotte nor brothers got to attend.
Sweetie pie came down with the stomach flu leaving her feeling bad for several days. She clung to mom's hip and nuzzled her neck as she recovered.
She knew where her shelter and help came from.
Today I read Chambers' My Utmost For His Highest and am reminded that this too is my stance. I look to Him just like a little child.
No worries.
Just trust.
Just an ever present realization that God is mine and with me.
I am haunted by his presence.
Not just thinking about him, but interacting, clinging, resting my head on his mighty capable chest.
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