my one-minute prayer for this morning had to do with crying out to God like a small child/like an infant. as a mother of a seven month old I thought our saturday together would be filled with all sorts of contemplative comparisions...but it wasn't...I'm not sure why.
is it because I can't imagine being a child again?
is it because I don't know my God deep enough?
is it because I have a fear of letting go?
is it because I crave so much control?
is it because I don't trust?
maybe I should look at it the other way around -
if God loves us like the ultimate father then how sad is he when we don't look up to him?
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