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Time with the Father



He bumps his boundaries with a battering ram. Each pound is harder, but the boundary remains steadfast, inflicting all the damage of each collision onto him. Abrasions and scrapes become deep bruises and breaks. He bumps the boundaries no matter the pain because he is looking for the edge of his domain. He is looking for freedom and safety, purpose and his name.

Her little eyes squeeze tight, and that sweet little mouth hangs open in sobs. She lets her lower half limp and drag, lowering herself to the nearest solid surface. Emotion springs from a tiny prick, cracking and shattering her little vessel with explosions of unnecessary pain. She can't see beyond her tears, so the whole world feels temporarily sour. She, too, needs safety, warmth, embrace.

The front door opens, and someone very special walks in. There is no need to call for them- everyone knows. They drop everything, jump down from their places and run! His embrace fits them all at once, sweaty, messy, mop-top and all.

Someone else pauses at the sink to listen to these beautiful sounds, and breathes in deeply. All the pieces are together, and everything feels right. She has given all she has to offer all day... guiding hearts, caring for little bodies, training growing minds, crafting nutrients, cleaning necessaries. They have been mostly happy, mostly learning, growing.

She can be teacher, nurturer, mother, friend, but there's one thing they need that she cannot offer... Their Father's embrace.

In their Father's embrace they know wholly who they are- they are His!
In their Father's embrace they find safety, warmth, healing, freedom, identity... all the teaching and training comes full circle and they rest and rise in the empowering knowledge that they are HIS, and they need nothing more.

There is nothing more important than time with the Father.







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