I had a dream the other day. A day dream.
I was a child cradled in the safety of a Man’s arms. He gazed lovingly into my eyes, like a mother does her beautiful baby, but even more deeply. But, like a baby, my eyes wandered to take in things around me. Things that seemed, from a distance, more appealing than being in His arms.
So I climbed out. And I experienced some of those things.
But I quickly found that those things were not as good or fun or safe and were futile to entertain, satisfy or fulfill me. I realized my mistake and came running back into His arms. Arms spread wide open, waiting to envelop me and carry me again.