One of the things I dislike the most in motherhood (😁 #nojudgement) is when my kids step on my feet. They are ALL up in my space, asking me for a snack or toy or the millionth question and as if they weren’t close enough, they get all up on my feet. I love cuddling and kissing my babies but I also love personal space, especially when I’m focused on a purpose.
Yesterday at one point I had the younger two both on my feet somehow, asking me to get things but keeping me from moving to get those things 😅😬😊 I love them. But in those moments I first remember that the Lord never gets tired of my questions or requests. Even when He lovingly corrects, His arms never stop being open to me.
And secondly, I know that where He is I want to be also. Hand in hand, step in step. My steps on his steps! It’s like “Oh, you going over there Lord? Ok I’m coming with you.” The longing my kids have to be so so SO close in those moments, I pray is multiplied in my life hundredfold.
Let my core desire be to be close to the lover of my soul. All the opinions and knowledge and research and study will only take me so far, and they won’t keep me where He is going. I don’t want to miss where the Lord’s feet go, the things that move Him, the cries that reach His ear, the perspective that He sees from, the people He is chasing after. The fullness of JOY that is found in His presence.
Keeping in step is not passive nor dismissive. It is coming into agreement with the source of Life and Love itself and then becoming an extension of that to others, in every moment. Little step by step by step.
By Jenny Erlingsson
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