(Just wishing for those warmer temps again...)
So...with these longer locks, curls in the back, and what seems like tumbling passes while he sleeps he wakes up with some wild tangles. I'll be honest and on some of these subzero days where we have no where to go and don't have to leave him, I just wait until bath to comb them out!
On the days I do comb that beautiful head of hair, it hurts him. He stands there brave, but his mommy can see those tears brimming. I am as gentle as I can be and I hate causing pain to help him. He stands there on his stool and usually leans his head into me, in towards the comb, the source of the solution.
And then my Father showed me something...that's exactly what He wants me to do - to lean into him while He combs through the tangles of my life. I can stand there chest puffed out and brace, but He sees the tears brimming in my eyes. He tells me to lean into Him while He sorts through the tangles and junk life throws my way. He wants me to pour my broken heart out to Him. As my mom always says, "He can take it!".
I am currently reading through Job...talk about pouring your broken heart out to our Father. Man...those are some tough pages to get through.
But as I dive into His Word, I realize that the darker the pages of Job are, the brighter His truth will shine.
Strip away all the garbage of fakeness and masks, and you see right into the heart of man.
The heart that longs to know and understand God.
The heart that cries out in true agony.
The heart that is earnestly looking for truth.
The heart created by a Father God to be desperate for and united with a Savior.
As I walk through my tangles, I pray I lean into the one combing through it for me. And like I do with my son, there are lots of hugs and kisses and just pure love when the combing is done!
From one tangled MOMent to the next...
Rachel
