Secure

A baby’s cry fills the Dr.’s office. Shots I assume. I cuddle Caleb, wrapped in his blanket, as we wait for the Dr.

“Are you ready for that Caleb? Are you ready for a baby’s cry to ring through our house again?”

He doesn’t answer. Too sick to respond.

I think of the Mama in the room next to us. Holding her baby. Cuddling. Calming the fear and pain.

The same thing I’m doing to my big boy. All 5. And sick. Shaking with fever.

Love holds. It comforts. It wraps tightly. Securely. Assuring it will be near.

Jeremy quotes this verse to me often…

“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.” (Psalm 91:1)

The hurting, the sick, they collapse. Wrapped tightly in that blanket of love. Maybe the pain is still there. Maybe the spiritual cliches are getting old. But love’s presence is unmistakeable.

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