The next day, the normally independent Hannah was stuck to me like glue. I was her shelter from the bees that had her fearful. She knew if she was where I was, she was safe from harm. I did not turn her away because I want her to know that she is indeed safe where I am. My arms are always open to my children, and I will do whatever I am able to defend them.
God calls us His children. He tells us in Scripture we are adopted into His family and that He is our Father. This world is a very scary place. I am realizing this hard truth more and more as I grow older and see friends struggling with terminal illness and losing others suddenly to fatal accidents. Watching friends turn from their faith and marriages and abandon their children to seek "fun" has opened my eyes to some hard facts of this struggle we call life.
At 42, I still need and long for the comfort of a parent. The Ultimate Parent is right there waiting for me to run into His loving, sheltering arms for the love, comfort and protection I seek. He will never tell me I no longer have Him as a parent. Since I am covered in the Blood of the Lamb, He will always be there! Like Hannah, I am going to continue to dwell in His presence because I know He offers shelter from every storm. He offers that same shelter to anyone who sincerely seeks Him. He even offers a challenge: Psalm 34:8 O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.