watcher of young children i am lucky to be reminded often of the full weight of all in.
from newborn cradled to two year old’s leap into arms, they are mine to hold up in the moment.
my own youngest still presses all of himself onto me. no reason yet to hold back.
he is still unseeing of my failings and is only certain. certain i can take on all of him.
a season of uninterrupted faith. not seeing the shortened comings in me. learning the fit of trusting all of himself to being held. he is set free to step into a life of trusting the neverend of the story. trusting his written into author’s plot.
and when the road of me runs out, as it should. what has been running underneath all along will carry him all the way. never knees buckled and breath lost. only arms that can hold the world.
then some children were brought to him so that he might lay his hands on them and pray; and the disciples rebuked them.
but jesus said, “let the children alone, and do not hinder them from coming to me; for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” after laying his hands on them, he departed from there.
matthew 19.13-15 (NASB)