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
2 comments:
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.
Amen!
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