Silent, Lowly Love
Love. What is it like? At times, it’s silent and lowly. He quiets me and beckon s for me to look. A baby is nestled up to me, asleep. She feels safe and loved. She knows she is cared for. She knows she will have her needs met by me if she cries. Sometimes, it seems she can’t get close enough to me. She hangs on tight with her little arm around my shoulder. I fight the restlessness inside. There is so much to do. I feel like I have accomplished nothing. But He settles me again, and motions towards the baby. “This is kingdom work,” He whispers. “Why?” I ask. I won’t walk away from this later and feel like I’ve accomplished anything. I won’t have a checked-off to-do list to show for this day. I won’t be able to talk about some grand daring feat I managed to pull off. It doesn’t seem to matter much in the bigger picture of things, my feelings say. But then, ...