hold me patiently

Mommy, hold me. Hold me, Mommy. Mommy. Hold me, Mommy.

Hmmm, I think I told her not to whine, to use her real words. She's using them. I feel tired. Flu makes me tired for too many days. I can't hold you, baby, you have to just wait. I say "you have to just wait" a lot. I'm teaching them patience, eh? At least I'm consistent.

"Mommy, I have to potty, I need you to come in a minute," he says. Calling, "I'm done, Mommy, I need you." My distracted, "I'll be right there!" and we repeat the request and calm answer again, maybe again. Then his "Mommy, when you say that I feel like you will never come."

Sweetie, I'll be up in a minute, just one more thing. Almost done here, I'm just wrapping up then I'll be up to bed.


Father, hold me. I don't feel good. My body is tired and my mind's not whirling right. You don't author confusion, not chaos. Will you hold me. Oh, but just wait, I'll be with you in a moment. Present with you, Father, in a moment.

ugh. It is the cry of my heart to be close to you. It is the cry of my heart to follow, all of the days of my life.

Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. James 4:8 emphasis mine.