Last night was not the best one for the three of us. It was a sleepless night. I don't know if Lena had a bad dream, or what was wrong. She woke several times, seemingly terrified. Usually the rule is that once we put Lena in bed, she must stay there. However, we both felt that she was scared. Both of us wanted to get up to comfort her. In fact, we took turns holding her and shushing her. Eventually, we all climbed into bed together and fell into an exhausted sleep.
I remember taking a class in college called Interpersonal Communications - which had nothing at all to do with my major. However it fulfilled a general ed requirement. We had to sit in a circle and each one of us had to come up with an adjective to describe each classmate. The uncomfortable part was that we had to be completely honest and also had to sit unflinchingly through the verbal calling out of all of the adjectives that described us. We had to smile and thank each person for describing us.
It was funny. I remember that quite a few of the students said I was "nurturing," "motherly," "a comforter." I also got a couple of descriptions like "unusual," and my favorite - "an old person in a young person's body." Imagine smiling and saying thank you after that!
ANYWAY. I digress.
I was thinking at 4:00am how Mr.S and I have this instinct to nurture Selena. Its a desire. We want to comfort her - to protect her.
I remember when I was just a wee one with two swinging pigtails, riding in the front seat of the car next to my mom. When she would step on the brakes suddenly, her arm would fly out to protect me, even though I had the seat belt on.
My dad recently went to the store to fill up the oil in my car even though he had just returned from that same store. He didn't want to worry about me driving home with a low level of oil.
When my husband senses that something is awry with me, he does not rest until he finds out what is bothering me. He feels my pain as if it were his own.
I am like a mother bear when it comes to my family. I fiercely want to protect and defend them. I hurt when anyone in my family is hurting. I am sure that you all understand this feeling.
So much more so, our loving heavenly Father. Isn't it wonderful to know that we are Under His Wings?