Held

Have you ever gazed at something so small, so fragile that you felt that simply looking at it would cause it to break?
I can honestly now say: I have!
As many of you have read from my last blog post that my precious little niece, Felicity, was born on the 21st. Both my sister and her two little girls, Felicity and Fiona, are home, now, and recovering nicely. To be honest, I'm shocked at how quickly my sister recovered after this!
Felicity had the hiccups last night. I found it interesting (and hilariously adorable!) because I'd been having bouts of the hiccups all day. She sure does take after her aunt in a lot of ways, haha.
My sister let me hold Felicity for a long while the day after she was born. Why my sister trusted a bull in a china shop like me with something so precious, I'll never know! (Lol, just kidding. :)) But as I held Felicity, it was like the world melted away. I felt like some kind of different person; My gentleness spiked a lot. Felicity's eyes barely opened, and sometimes a little cry or grunt of contentment would escape those little lips of hers. She's so tiny! And so helpless, too. She cannot even hold her head up without help. I glanced out the large window on level five of the hospital room that overlooked the city and I was reminded of the dangers out there. But Felicity was safe in my arms. I, for certain, would not let anything happen to her while holding her. And even though, perhaps, she didn't know why, she trusted me. She trusted someone holding her. It's an interesting feeling when someone trusts you completely. Whether as a confidante or someone who is willing to hold up your head in the hard times.
As a Christian, I'm reminded of God both in the small things and the big things. And, once again, as I held Felicity, God reminded me of His love. We, His children, can be as helpless as my little niece is. In the middle of the storm, perhaps we can barely hold our heads up. But in the middle of our tears, grief, heartache or frustration, if we let God hold us, He will not let us go. We are helpless in His arms and He holds us up, protecting us and loving us. See, when I held Felicity, there was nothing that she could do that would make me love her any less. Even though she had a food stain on her clothing (don't ask me where it came from!) she was absolutely perfect to me in that moment. Despite our stains, God still loves us so tenderly and so selflessly. I know for myself, that I'd rather be in His arms and under His care than any other place I can think of.
I hope that you all are enjoying your week. That the weather is beautiful where you are and that you are enjoying reading lots of books! I finished “Beside a Burning Sea,” And I just started a book, “Lo, Michael” by Grace Livingston Hill that I've been wanting to read for a year! Thanks for reading!
In Christ's service,
Autumn Slaght