To be a Child

December 3, 2014 by CJ Penn 6 Comments

“For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God.” (Romans 8:14)

There are days, most days,

when I just want to curl up in my Father’s lap,

hiding my face from this chaotic world,

safe behind the hugs of His loving arms.

Peace, quiet, soft love.

He’s waiting for me today,

waiting for me to come to Him in my prayers

and climb up into His lap.

Always waiting, arms outstretched to lift me to Him.

Lord, here I am.

So nice to be home again.

I hope you have a great day, in the arms of your Father.

Author: CJ Penn

First, my writing isn't about me. Don’t want the attention, don’t want to feed my ravenous ego (yep, I’m just a typical pride-plagued human). But I love writing - it gets me out of bed when it's way too dark, just so I can do some writing before heading off to work. I write because I’m passionate about God, Jesus, His Spirit, and His truth. And, I feel the Holy Spirit gets shortchanged in the world we call Christianity. The truth is sometimes lacking too.

6 thoughts on “To be a Child”

stormiesteele
December 3, 2014 at 7:48 am

Beautiful. True comfort and solace, is found in resting in His arms. :)

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joe juliano
December 3, 2014 at 9:36 am

I’ve read it three times, your post today,
3 times for the trinity,
3 for how many strikes were on me, but,
i was not,
i am not out,
thanks for reminding me

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- C.J. Penn
  December 3, 2014 at 10:35 am
  
  With God, you’re never out. Such is the power of His love and forgiveness. Thanks so much for commenting.
  
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Gloryteller
December 3, 2014 at 7:56 pm

Yes, C.J., good post, and thanks for visiting Gloryteller so that I could find your site.

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Susan Irene Fox
December 4, 2014 at 12:11 pm

So comforting. Precious reminder that we are his beloved children.

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- C.J. Penn
  December 4, 2014 at 1:11 pm
  
  I think I would be miserable if I didn’t recognize that I too am an adopted child of God.
  
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