Until my cat arrived and snuggled on my lap. He is an active snuggler. For the life of me, I could not get that thing to just settle down.
I wrapped my arms around him. I stroked his back gently. I whispered, “It’s okay. Just sit still. Let me hold you. You can just rest. Shhhh…”
And then my intimate Heavenly Father impressed upon me that I remind Him of my cat. How I struggle even in His arms. How all He wants me to do is sit still and quiet my heart and rest for awhile.
In fact, He doesn’t just want me to rest in His arms for my own good — though, trust me, He does because He knows it really does do me deep good — but He wants me to rest in Him for His own good.
I was reminded in those quiet moments with my squirrelly cat on my lap that I make life so hard. That God created me for his pleasure. That when God looks at me, He smiles. And maybe sighs at all my fits and starts. That every day He is whispering to me, “It’s okay. Just sit still. Let me hold you. You can just rest. Shhhh… I love you…”
If only I’d slow down and quiet down enough to hear and to believe.