Buried. Burrowed. She presses in and we hug. We hug long and tight. She whispers, "Oh that feels soooo good!"
There is nothing like a hug, really. Tender, tight and sweet.
My girl. She knows that a hug like this is always available. And, sometimes she surprises me with her enthusiasm in wanting one!
She is getting taller this 13 year old of mine. ...we may very soon be face to face. But, she will tilt and bend and burrow in order to snuggle into that spot, she calls it. The crux of my arm feels a safe and secure place to her.
This is what I am reminded as I read of God's stronghold. The LORD is the stronghold of my life---of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)
Stronghold. A strong hold. Wrapped around and secure--- I am held in Him.
This is what I have in my loving Father's embrace. The Hebrew word here in Psalm 27 has such depth of meaning... maowz: my place of safety, my protection, my refuge, my harbor.
I have an ever Present embrace. I have an always-available hug. I can burrow in. I can tilt and bend and get there. His arms wrapped around in a sweet embrace. He is my strong hold!
So, I snuggle in this morning. I push in and rest in my Father's embrace. And, it feels so good and so very right...
Rest, my friends in His embrace. He is the stronghold of your life!