Thursday, January 12, 2012

Lessons on leaning

One of my favorite things about Sukie, besides the fact that she has is incorrigible when it comes to standing up in her high chair, is that she is a snuggler. She loves to sit in your lap, slouch a little and lean back so that her fuzzy little head is at just the right level to smell her woolly smell. And every time she leans, I am reminded that I, too, have a safe place to lean, a place where the arms are bigger, stronger and, though it hardly seems possible, more full of love than mine around her. And then I start singing and when I come to the chorus, I find myself closing my eyes and singing to all the things around me that would steal my peace. To you, worry, what have I to dread? To you, illness, what have I to fear? To you, future, I am safe and secure from all alarms.

What have I to dread, what have I to fear?,
leaning on the everlasting arms
I have blessed peace, with my Lord so near,
leaning on the everlasting arms

Leaning, leaning.
Safe and secure from all alarms,
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arms


Whimsy-ma-blog said...

That song and "It Is Well With My Soul" were both songs I considered boring when I was little. Tooooo slow. But now, understanding the need to lean on something everlasting, understanding what it feels like when "sorrows like sea billows roll," I find that singing them slowly is the exact point. And I love them.

Molly said...