As a Mother Comforts her Child

I have a hard time dragging myself away from Facebook. The new grand nephew Gregory takes my breath away. Fortunately, my sister the new Grandma is even more captivated than I am so she posts pictures about every 2-3 seconds. I have had a lot of fun drawing little Gregory on my iPad. I am too old to create a baby, but at least I can create a drawing of one.

Inevitably, given my melancholy nature, it makes me think of the days I can't return to when my own children were so tiny, so filled with all the promise of the universe, so utterly dependent on me. It was simultaneously the most terrifying and most exhilarating time of my life. I would have fought Darth Vader to protect those babies.

I still would.

I gaze at the pictures of Renee's new baby, and I drift into a coma of remembrance, and tenderness, and joy. I wish I could wrap my arms around the little seed of a mighty human, stretch them a thousand miles to touch his perfect fingers. And I wish I had many more arms that could leap time and space to stretch across other miles, caress the cheeks of my own dear children scattered in distant lands, and be able to whisper away their troubles and fears again.

And as in all things, I am reminded of God. God the Father. How He longs to comfort, to whisper away our fears. Still, so often I have run from Him, rather than to Him. And still, He reaches out infinite arms with mercy and forgiveness. He too would fight Darth Vader for His children. He too would die for them. In fact, He did.

Isaiah 66: 9-13
Do I bring to the moment of birth
and not give delivery?" says the Lord.
"Do I close up the womb
when I bring to delivery?" says your God. "Rejoice with Jerusalem and be glad for her,
all you who love her;
rejoice greatly with her,
all you who mourn over her. For you will nurse and be satisfied
at her comforting breasts;
you will drink deeply
and delight in her overflowing abundance." For this is what the Lord says:
"I will extend peace to her like a river,
and the wealth of nations like a flooding stream;
you will nurse and be carried on her arm
and dandled on her knees. As a mother comforts her child,
so will I comfort you;
and you will be comforted over Jerusalem."


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