My favorite feeling in the world
is when I feel really small and protected.
I think it might be from when I was a little girl…
My favorite times would be falling asleep to the sounds of many conversations that I didn’t understand, but knowing that these conversations were coming from people that I love.
I would try as desperately as I could to stay awake when my parents had parties or Bible studies at our house… to prove that I wasn’t the little fragile one that I was. But there was such a peace when I finally gave in to rest, and could hear those I loved enjoying each others’ company while I drifted off.
And on evenings like this one was, this feeling returns to me as I drive with my family, leaning my head on my mom’s shoulder and staring amazed at the mountain ranges before me.
I feel absolutely tiny, and completely loved.
God is good.
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