Like a weaned child

So most who might stop by and read this know I am the uber proud granny of 4 amazing grands.  They are my very breath and captured my <3 at the first I saw them.  My most recent bundle of pure joy is little Lele (Leela).  At one year old is definitely earning the nickname Fusaki. (I have no idea of its true translation but for us means hard to handle).  I so desire to sit and snuggle with her .. esp in those times when she is having distress over being tired or hungry or overwhelmed (esp my #3 bundle of joy .. her brother Johnny).  As I pick her up and put her down and pick her up and put her down  pick her up and put her down (you get the idea) I come to realized she is having nothing of the comfort I freely offer.  Now you can laugh at my plight (and I often do too) but soon we all have to realized that is WHO WE ARE.  Our Good Good Father wants nothing more than to comfort us.  For us to sit calmly with Him and lean our heads to His chest to hear His heart beating  .. beating just for us!  But instead (at least for me) we get up .. we get down .. we get up ... we get down .. we run and throw ourselves on the ground .. we stomp and fuss and we refuse to be comforted even tho it is the one thing we most need!  And so my sweet LeLe .. when you come later today I will keep trying just like my Good Good Father does with me and maybe your hard to learn granny will take a lesson too!

Psalm 131:2New International Version (NIV)

 But I have calmed and quieted myself,
    I am like a weaned child with its mother;
    like a weaned child I am content.