I wish I could hold him tight and warm like the day I brought him home. Close to my heart, bundled fresh, perfect in every way – I still see him like that – my baby. Tears gush hot as I think of him there – in that place with those people – the ones who laugh, play tricks, make fun. They don’t know him the way I do – how he’s kind, funny, smart, talented, good. They don’t see him for who he is; they see him for who he’s not.
And they’re right, he’s not like them. He’s not a jock, not a jerk, not a rich snobby kid – just one who wants to do the right thing. He doesn’t fight back. He takes and takes, but it’s hard and it’s wearing him down. And I – the one who gave him life, who knows all he is, sees his hurt, feels his pain, realizes his worth and potential – can hardly bear it. Every instinct inside, each breath I breathe is filled with thoughts of him – how I can help him, rescue him, save him.
And in this place, for the first time ever, I see this glimpse of His heart – how He feels about me, each of us.
I am His baby – close to His heart, bundled fresh, His perfect pride and joy. They don’t know me the way He does – the ones who laugh, play tricks, make fun. They don’t see me for who I am; they see me for who I’m not. I just want to do the right thing, but I can’t fight back on my own. So the enemy takes and takes, and it’s hard, wears me down.
But He – the One who gave me life, who knows all I am, sees my hurt, feels my pain, realizes my worth and potential – can hardly bear it. Every instinct inside, each breath He breathes is filled with thoughts of me – how He can help me, rescue me, save me.
You are His baby – the one He loves more than anything else. You are His pride, His heart. He feels your hurt, knows your pain, hears your cries, sees your heart. His life, His breath is your rescue. You fill His thoughts; He wants to help you, save you.
Those who call on Him are not disappointed – run to Him today.
You heard their cries for help and saved them. They put their trust in you and were never disappointed. – Psalm 22:5 (NLT)