Just as I Am


I went to see my adorable baby cousin this weekend. After I got home, I realized something. As I was holding him, he was mesmerized with me. He watched my every move, and every once in a while, he would flash me one of those priceless little grins. He didn't do any back flips or hug me.

I love him because he is Keller. He doesn't have to do anything to earn my love. He already has it. This reminded me of my relationship with God. I can come to Him, fully aware of my flaws and shortcomings, and He still loves me.

If we would just realize the depth of God's love for us, we would be a totally different person. Our world would be full of more trusting people. Unfortunately, that is not the case. I say this because you wouldn't see people trying to be someone they're not. They would be okay just being themselves.

As I was holding my baby cousin, I looked at his little face. At one point, he was struggling to keep his eyes open. He was relaxed enough to sleep, but he didn't want to miss a minute of what was going on around him. God holds each one of us in His hand, but how many of us trust Him enough to relax in His arms? I'll admit that I don't always trust Him. Sometimes, I have an overwhelming desire to know what is going on in my life just so I'm in control of something.
Have you ever had that feeling?

Then, I'm reminded that I was never in control to begin with when my stubborness jerks me back to reality. I wake up from my haze of confusion and realize He was holding me the whole time.


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Shannon said…
Isn't it funny how we always want to know what's going on just so we are in control? Yet, it's an illusion because we are not in control at all.

Beautifully written post.
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