“Jesus was a rough and burly man. Full of fire and passion. A warrior when it came to doing battle against those who offended the sacred things of the Father. Yet, in a moment, able to touch a young child with hands of gentleness. To us the warrior is just as critical as the gentle shepherd. By His holy passion for righteous we are continually moved on to perfection. By His gentle love we are continually comforted in our lessons of life.”
— Daily Glory Devotions
One evening, as I closed myself in my office to do my quiet time, I heard my baby whining from his crib. He typically whines a little bit and goes back to sleep around this time every evening, so I thought nothing of it and tried to start my praying. I had a lot to pray about…family issues, financial issues, etc. Once again everything seemed to be happening at once. I confess to being a little annoyed when the typical whine grew into full crying. I got up and went into his room, and picked him out of his crib. I tried changing his diapy; he cried. I tried giving him a bobba; he cried. I went through the “checklist” most father’s are given well after the fact; he cried.
Finally, I picked him up in my arms, sat in the rocking chair and sang to him while rocking back and forth. The crying went down to a whimper, then to a whine, then it stopped all together. He shuffled a little bit to get comfortable, then put his head down on my chest, curled his knees underneath him and closed his eyes and listened to my voice as my arms were wrapped around him.
It was definitely one of those “moments,” but I didn’t quite get it. I apologized to God for not being able to spend time with Him at that moment, and He said, “But you are.” Then I realized…as I was sitting there, holding my baby boy in my arm, rocking and comforting him. My Father was holding me in His Arms, rocking me and comforting me. My problems were not instantly solved, but for that one moment, they had melted away: I was safe and secure in my Father’s Arms.