The Embrace

Lindsey, my 12 year old, for as long as she’s been in this world she’s been a child who loved to be loved ON.  She gains strength from having someone’s arms wrapped around her so she can just melt.  There have been times she will come to Derek or I and literally take our arms, open them wide, back herself into them, and wrap them back around her like a blanket.  She will audibly sigh and then melt.  You can feel the stress slide off and her shoulders become loose and her back relax from it’s rigid stance.

I got to thinking about this the other day, as I lay stressed out and sleepless.  I knew God had all this stuff swirling around me under control.  I knew it with every ounce of my heart.  I actually wasn’t even worried about it.  But knowing God is in control and has it covered, and actually getting your heart to let go of it are two entirely different birds.  I felt tense so I tossed and turned.  I lay still and prayed.  I asked God to surround me.  I asked for His arms to envelope me because I just had nuthin to give anymore.  Nuthin at all.

Slowly, like a figure coming forward in the fog, an image of Lindsey in the embrace of her father, his warm grin softly playing on his face, and the beauty of her contentment began to become clear as a photograph.   I craved that embrace.  I wanted that.  I wanted that with my Heavenly father.

Jesus would call out to his Father with the word “Abba” – which translates to mean something like our word “Daddy”.  And that’s what I wanted right then.  I wanted my Abba Daddy to wrap me in his arms and tell me it was all going to be okay.  That He had it covered.  That all I had to do was be at rest in His arms and He’d walk through it all with me, or carry me if need be.  But I was so not going to face it alone.

I let my tears flow and my worries leak out.  As I did so a song played across my heart and I heard them anew.  It rang out in my heart, soul, and mind.  I knew not only was God speaking to me, I was being held up by others praying for me.  It truly IS well with my soul…

It Is Well With My Soul

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Horatio Spafford


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