Like a child

I don't want to believe imaginary things but I do want to embrace the depths of the things I do not understand.

Listening to my babies respond to the things/siblings that conflict them I hear them wailing at the top of their lungs.. No words just utterances.. An expression of grief. Sadness. Lack of being validated or valued.. A plea for help.

I know this feeling.

I remember crying like this as a child.

And even as an adult.

I am reminded of 

(Matthew 18:3, 4 NLT)

Then he said, “I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven. So anyone who becomes as humble as this little child is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven. 

We are his sons and daughters

He is our Holy Father.

We open wide our mouths and He fills us..

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:6, 7 ESV)

sup·pli·cate 

Pronunciation: \ˈsə-plə-ˌkāt\

Function: verb

intransitive verb

: to make a humble entreaty ; especially : to pray to God

transitive verb

1 : to ask humbly and earnestly of 2 : to ask for earnestly and humbly

Supplication 

Approaching our Father as a child ... In humility, in need, broken, passionate.

I imagine He sees me the same way I see my precious babies. 

The joy that overwhelms me, I observe their vulnerability and need for me.. And at times they even reject my love. Yet it is always available to them.. 

Though I fail .. Because I am human and selfish in that nature.. The Father encompasses the whole of all and the areas that slip through are already in His hands because that is where I rest.