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Welcome to the World
The infant wailed as I held her in my arms. She would not be consoled. She was tired, so tired, but would not give in to sleep. I transferred her back to her mother’s familiar arms where she eventually settled down and drifted off, dreaming the mysterious dreams of newborns.
It was the first meeting of my newest baby cousin.
My husband and I visited our cousins in south Georgia on the tail end of an anniversary trip. It was a fun couple of days visiting with family, celebrating the marriage of one cousin, the new home of another and meeting my sweet baby cousin for the first time.
So much to celebrate.
We talked, shopped, ate and simply enjoyed one another’s company. It’s what happens when family is also friend.
But, back to the baby.
She was brand-new to the world — still trying to figure things out. Her schedule was a little off with all of the activity going on. She fought sleep but was comforted when her daddy, her mommy or one of her grandparents held her.
All We Like Infants
It got me to thinking about how much we are like infants.
When we are tired, frustrated, angry or discontented, we wail in protest. We fight off the very thing which will bring us comfort. We want to be consoled but nothing to do with true consolation.
But, oh, the sweet release when we finally give in and let our tired, angry, frightened, frustrated selves melt into the loving arms of the Father. He holds us close, stokes our heads and whispers in our ear
“Shhhh, I’m here. It’s going to be ok.”
Much like the way we cradle a newborn baby.
How precious, O God, is your constant love! We find protection under the shadow of your wings.