It came naturally. I opened up my arms, she turned to me and I lifted her up. In a matter of seconds, she wrapped her arms and legs around me – as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her near.
Four-year-old Leah trusted me within seconds, as well as her five-year-old older sister Christine.
I held her as worship at church began, singing the first song and rocking this precious little girl. I didn’t say it out loud or to anyone, but I didn’t want the moment to pass. When the first song came to an end, I sat down still holding her and the moment she realized this, she quickly moved went back to her grandma. As she left, I felt my heart rip out. Later her sister told me she is a shy one. When announcements were done, I took Christine up into my arms and she stayed there for the majority of worship. I sang, teased her by touching her nose and we laughed a lot.
I know this beautiful little girl and her sister are not mine. And it’s okay. They simply reminded me how much I love little ones. How my heart just attaches itself so easily.
Not to mention how right it feels when I hold a child and am allowed to love him/her.
I’m tired of saying: When I have kids… It’s stupid. If I truly love kids, I’ll love them now – despite if they are mine or not. I just want to be around them and love them. I want to affirm them in the truth of what love really means. I want those small little arms to find comfort in me. I want to be a safe person – one who cares and loves.