Into His Arms
This morning I picked up a friend at the airport. While I waited by the arrivals door, I enjoyed watching the kids that were dancing around the terminal. (If you are going to be up early on a Saturday you should at least be able to enjoy watching happy children – it’s such a delight.)
Then the door opened and a mom stepped out. As I watched events unfold, I wondered if she would have enough time to drop her bag so that she could catch the bundle of joy that had instantly launched herself through the air toward her mother’s arms. An ecstatic cry of “Anyu (Mommy)” filled the air mingled with her mother’s laughter.
Just seconds later a boy and girl set of twins, who couldn’t have been much over two, saw their dad. Mom didn’t have a chance to contain them. Oblivious to luggage and legs they made a beeline under the railing and through the the crowd of departing passengers until they were clinging to their papa. They very nearly caused a domino effect of people trying not to fall over them, but they never noticed. They were completely focused on their daddy’s arms.
I was caught by the images.
Startled by the joy.
The hustle and bustle of a busy airport faded away and I found myself wondering when was the last time that I threw myself into my heavenly Father’s arms with such abandon. When did I last run toward His embrace with no thoughts or plans or scheduling or demands: just pure joy at His presence.
Today I want to “grow young” again and become a child.
I want to recapture that wonder of knowing that I am fully loved and the joy of deep belief that He will scatter both luggage and crowds so that I can run and fling myself into His arms.