"God loves each of us as if there were only one of us." ~St. Augustine
Like a caged bird
hope was not meant to be contained
it must be set free with wings full in flight
we can hold it within our arms
but we must be willing to let it go
so that another may receive it upon their hand
it is a contagious cure that spreads to those in sight
but we must be open with outstretched hands
not curled up in the fetal position with only ourselves to hold
we need something greater than us
to guide us through this life
so reach out your hands
open up your arms
embrace it's genuine gift
like a child running into her father's arms.
At church this Sunday I got my grandson out of the nursery, and was holding him when his daddy got into view. His face began to beam. I set him upon his feet, and he immediately ran whole heartedly into his daddy's arms. I could not help but think about how that is for God. How He must want us to run into His arms as well, but so many times we reluctantly scan our options holding on to our own understanding and search for meaning in all the wrong ways. He does not want us to merely come to Him in a manner of caution, or last resort. He wants us to run into His arms like an eager child longing for our Daddy's embrace. We can learn so much from the earnest love of a child.
Like a caged bird
hope was not meant to be contained
it must be set free with wings full in flight
we can hold it within our arms
but we must be willing to let it go
so that another may receive it upon their hand
it is a contagious cure that spreads to those in sight
but we must be open with outstretched hands
not curled up in the fetal position with only ourselves to hold
we need something greater than us
to guide us through this life
so reach out your hands
open up your arms
embrace it's genuine gift
like a child running into her father's arms.
At church this Sunday I got my grandson out of the nursery, and was holding him when his daddy got into view. His face began to beam. I set him upon his feet, and he immediately ran whole heartedly into his daddy's arms. I could not help but think about how that is for God. How He must want us to run into His arms as well, but so many times we reluctantly scan our options holding on to our own understanding and search for meaning in all the wrong ways. He does not want us to merely come to Him in a manner of caution, or last resort. He wants us to run into His arms like an eager child longing for our Daddy's embrace. We can learn so much from the earnest love of a child.
