Running to the Father's arms

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

After dinner this evening, the children started to clean up the kitchen and I slipped away to the computer to get a little work done. I was copying some things for tomorrow's schoolwork when I heard a loud crash. Immediately following the crash, the sound of little feet could be heard running across the hardwood floor. Lily burst into the room, sobbing. "I broke your kitchen-angel!"

Now, the kitchen angel was a gift to me from David's grandmother. It was a lovely little figurine, given and received with love. But, at that moment, the figurine meant nothing to me. My precious daughter, in her grief, had come running to the one person who could have been disappointed by the breaking of the angel. She also came running to the one person who could relieve her of her own guilt and sadness. I wrapped Lily in my arms. "It's just a thing, Lily. It doesn't matter."

"I'm so sorry, Mommy. I didn't mean to break it."

"I know that, Lily. It was an accident. I love you." I felt Lily relax in my arms, secure in my love for her.

As Lily looked up into my eys, I began to wonder, how often, when I make a mistake, do I do the opposite of what Lily did tonight? How often do I run from the only One who can relieve me of my guilt and sadness? How often do I run from the only One who is perfect in love?

My daughter reminded me of something tonight--the most secure place to run is straight into the Father's arms. No matter what we do wrong, He is always willing to hold us gently, look into our eyes, and tell us that He loves us. May I always run straight into His outstretched arms!

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Kim said...

Oh Sarah...that is beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing and for the reminder!

Love you my sister,

Shonni said...

That is so beautiful!

Waitingfaithfully said...

I'm crying Sarah . . . the Lord gave me the sweetest reminder of His love this week, and this is it! I had a thought of my earthly dad, and how when we are saying good bye (which is always for long stretches at a time due to the distance between us) that he hugs me so tightly that the side of my face just smooshes up against his chest. Ahhh, a daddy's strong embrace!

Running straight into our Father's arms . . . there is no better place!

Love you friend, and sweet Lily's tender heart as well.

Blessings ~


Jean said...

What a beautiful post and what a great reminder!

You have done a wonderful job parenting your children - she knew who to run to, who to express her sorrow to, who to apologize to and who would comfort her.

Thank you for sharing this!

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