Tonight, when I was rocking Preslie to sleep, Lucy was laying in her bed moaning and crying out for me saying, "I need you. Momma, I need you." Those words are so precious to me. "I need you."
To be needed, wanted, for my child to cry out and acknowledge her need for my comfort and protection...is painfully precious, the ultimate bitter sweet feeling of intimacy.
Sure, I enjoy it when she entertains me or tries to please me. I am grateful when she obeys me because I know the value of obedience in keeping her safe and happy. I love it when she draws me a picture or gives me a gift. When she talks about me to others, it makes me smile.
But when she needs me, I know that she trusts me...loves me...feels safe in my arms.
As she cried out to me tonight and my heart longed to meet her every need, it occurred to me that my Heavenly Father might just cherish most the very same moments with me. My moments of most desperate need are probably even more precious to Him than all of my efforts to please Him.
I need You...