One of my most favorite images of God is that of a child being held, nustling right in his strong hand, curled up in his ample lap. At five, Asher will still come and find my lap when he wants to fall asleep. It doesn't matter what I am doing because he knows I will immediately drop it to hold him while he falls asleep. I absolutely never see it as anything but a precious gift and I won't miss a single one of them. I know that someday, way sooner than I want, he will think he is too big for that--and he will be. I will so terribly miss those moments.
Tonight when Asher crawled up into my lap and yawned, totally secure and totally sure, I couldn't help but think of how God must treasure when I come to curl up in his lap, when I acknowledge my need to be held. Thankfully I will never outgrow that and God will never get tired of me coming...ever.
Precious moments indeed.
