Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Tattered and Torn

When Ryan, now 21, was a baby he had a security blanket. At 8 months of age with limited vocabulary skills, he began calling it “draggy”, which was appropriate because he quite literally drug the blanket every where. His attachment to the blanket wasn’t the blanket material, but the edges of the blanket itself; hence the dragging of the blanket. It was almost impossible to pry it from his grip. The only time “draggy” got a bath was when Ryan was sound asleep and we could sneak it from his bed.

From time to time, Ryan would misplace draggy and we would spend hours hunting for him. As soon as we would find draggy, Ryan would hug it tight and squeal with delight, “I love you draggy.”

As time went on, draggy continued with us everywhere, but because he was so well used, he also began to deteriorate, little by little. Thankfully we were able to have draggy repaired. Eventually time would tatter and tear draggy beyond repair. He didn’t care how draggy looked, he only cared that draggy made him feel safe and secure. It didn’t matter how tattered or torn his blanket was, it was his and it belonged to him.

Isn’t that what God desires of us? Oh, how he longs for us to find safety and security in His arms. He loves us so much that it doesn’t matter if we come to him tattered and torn to pieces by our choices, mistakes and failures, all He wants to do is throw His strong gentle arms around us and squeal with delight, “I love you”

Psalm 139: 13- 18 “ For you created my inmost being you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, Oh God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them they would outnumber the grains of sand - when I awake, I am still with you.”