Granny's Arms

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?

Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father's care.

And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

So don't be afraid;

you are worth more than many sparrows.  

Matthew 10:29-31

    This morning my mind is going in so many different directions. I had a planned post, already written out, but then I had another avenue of thought, then another, then another and then I got some disappointing news this morning. My mind went off in a complete different direction. So even as I type this I am trying to rein in my thoughts and focus on what I want to say this morning. I think for now I am going to skip the pre-written topic and go with my second one.

    I was talking on the phone last night to a lady that wants me to make a memory quilt for her out of her grandpa's old overalls. As she was telling me about her grandparents it reminded me about mine. I could relate to her and her story, her memories. She talked about how much she missed him, how she still cried, and as she talked she got choked up.

    In return, I shared about my grandparents and how much they meant to me. How they were more like second parents than grandparents. About Granny passing away on my birthday. That I still cry at the most random moments. How as I go through this battle, I find myself missing her more and more.

    No matter what was going on, what I was going through, Granny could always make me feel better. She would wrap her arms around me and squeeze me and instantly it would all be better. If I were thousands of miles away I could call her and she knew what to say to make it better. Didn't always like what she had to say but she was usually right. 

    I just know, I know, that if I could only get to her, all this would be better. It would be all right. Granny would wrap her arms around me, squeeze me tight, and make it all right. Her love and care would overwhelm me. And for a few moments, just like when I was a child, I would be okay, I would be whole. 

    But that's not how it works. I can't get to her. And while she would make me feel better, she wouldn't be able to make me whole, make this all go away. Only God can do that. God can wrap His arms around me, squeeze me tight, and make it all okay. He can heal my hurts, heal my body. He can make it all better. He's wants to. 

    He's waiting for me to run to Him like I would my Granny. He desires to wrap His arms around me spiritually and take my heartache, my pain. Wipe my tears and soothe me. Tell me He will take care of me. That He loves me and it will all be okay.

    Thank You, Father, that like a loving parent or grandparent, I can run to You, and You will comfort me, hold me. You will let me cry in Your arms and wipe my tears. Thank You, that I can cast all my cares on You because You care me. Your word says how much more You care for me. That not even a sparrow falls from the sky without You knowing, You caring. How much more must I, Your child mean to You. Even the hairs of my head are numbered. Thank You, Lord, for loving me. In Jesus' name, Amen.

~Delta