Held

He was on his knees…

arms stretched upward,

face undone,

like a man who had nothing left to hold onto

but God.

It wasn’t a polished meditation and it certainly wasn’t a performance… 

He was simply… surrendered.

The kind of worship

that costs something the money can’t buy..

The kind that leaves you open.

And she saw him.

In a room full of noise and movement,

she saw him.

Small feet against the floor,

heart already decided….

she ran.

No hesitation.

No wondering if she was welcome.

She just ran.

Straight into his surrender.

Her arms wrapped around his neck,

tight, almost like she needed him,

like she knew he was hers.

And he didn’t pull away from God

to hold her.. 

he held them both.

One reaching up,

one holding close.

Heaven up there and earth down here…. 

The same arms.

And she rested there.

Her head on his shoulder,

completely safe

against a man

completely given to God.

And I broke.

Not a quiet tear either… 

but the kind that comes from somewhere deep,

somewhere untouched for too long.

It was in that moment……..

I didn’t just see a father and a daughter.

I saw You.

I saw how You look at us.

How You don’t turn away

when we come undone

You stay.

Arms open.

Not irritated by our need.

Not distant from our emotion.

But drawn to it.

Moved by it, even… 

Admiring the way we come to You

with nothing to offer

but ourselves.

And suddenly I felt this ache to run.

To stop standing at a distance

trying to be composed,

trying to be worthy…… 

and just run.

Like a child who knows

they belong.

To wrap my arms around You,

to press my face into Your shoulder

and not say a word….

just be held

by the One I was made for.

And I wondered how many times

have You been there?

Knees bent toward me. Arms open.

Waiting… 

not for perfection, not for a performance…

just for me

to come close.

 The truth is,

it wasn’t just her

running to her father.

It was a glimpse of something eternal.

Of a God… Who never withholds Himself

from His children.

A God…. Who doesn’t step back

when we enter His presence, 

but receives us….

Fully,

tenderly,

and without hesitation.

And I sobbed

because love like that

isn’t something that can be taught.

It’s known.

Deep in the soul,

before words,

before understanding

we were made

to run into His arms.

And be held there.