Tuesday, August 2, 2011


His chubby fist clutches tightly at the neckline of my dress, and he sighs a contented little sigh--finally asleep.

As I gently place him on fresh sheets for a nap his hand continues to entwine in my clothes and I carefully pry it loose--and I think.

Do I clutch at "things" that make me feel secure?

Do I place more value on "stuff" than souls?

Do possesions entwine themselves so deeply in my heart that I can't hear God whispering "trust me?"

Do I lack a place of rest in my life because I refuse to "let go?"

"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."

Matthew 11:28


  1. It's special when they cling to you like that. Makes you feel loved!

  2. I've always enjoyed my visits here. You are one of those who I think I'd have lots to talk about if we met in person. Especially now that you say you too are a Mennonite and have experienced the lot.

    Thanks so much for your words of encouragement both to me and on your blog.

  3. So cute, never want to put them down.

  4. Oh, you've asked some great questions!

    I love that feeling when a baby falls asleep in my arms. It's been a while, but I still remember. Sigh.


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