When we pulled our van into the garage after an evening out, one glance over my shoulder revealed that the little one had fallen asleep in her car seat. Oh, it was a glorious, head-tilted, mouth-puckered, angel-faced sleep.
That little girl was just so tired.
My husband scooped her up and carried her into the house. As I watched his gentle care, I remembered how safe and loving a father's arms can be when you're weary.
I don't know how you're feeling today, but I'm tired. For a moment this weekend, I had the sensation that I was drowning. During worship in church on Sunday morning, we sang songs that weren't just songs; they were the cry of my heart.
You call me out upon the waters,
The great unknown, where feet may fail.
And there I find you in the mystery,
In oceans deep, my faith will stand.
And I will call upon your name,
And keep my eyes above the waves.
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in your embrace,
For I am Yours, and You are mine.
Friends, to be honest, tonight I'm still tired. There's still a lot on my mind and a lot on my plate, but my heart is lifted. Even if I feel like I'm drowning, I can keep my eyes above the waves. Even when I'm tired, I can remember how safe and loving a Father's arms can be.
These waters aren't too deep.