Come to the cradle...

Over The Shoulder

Like a baby being cradled, so we have Him to snuggle up to. Psalm 131:2

The human desire for comfort and love profit nothing from worldly concentration. These attributes are fained from a heart full of need, only made quiet through calming supply. The infant in the arms of its mother knows no fear because attendance arms are wrapped round. Supplication draws nigh in even the slightest coo and complacency becomes the spirit.
Like the longings of the ones humble before the King are the quiet times and comfort that place their desires at the Lord’s bosom. In Him we have no fear, for “there are more on our side than are on theirs” (2 Kings 6:16) and then again “if our hearts do not condemn us, we have no fear before Him” (1 John 3:21). So let us come deliberate and without reserve to the nursery of our souls, high and lifted up; a room set apart that fosters the faint and lovingly swings the distressed into a burrow of fancy, a complete place of rest. Hallelujah and Amen.