I serve in a crawler’s room on Sunday mornings at my church, Athens Church. Many a Sundays, we will have babies that cry, longing for their mamas. On this particular Sunday, another volunteer had been trying to console a crying baby for a while with no success. I asked her if she wanted me to try. After rocking and singing sweetly to the baby for a little while, she quietly laid her head on my arm and went to sleep. She slept peacefully until her mama came to pick her up.
As I sat there holding her, I thought about how we, in the same way, fight our Heavenly Father’s love sometimes. However, He is always there still holding us until we let go and truly rest in His presence.
Barren Womb Fertile Heart 