Safe in His Arms 1879 painting of Mother Combing Child's Hair by Mary Cassatt Safe in His Arms On a recent trip to Fort Eustis, Va., to visit our son and his family, the Lord brought home to me one of His profound truths. Chloe, our two-and-a-half- year-old granddaughter, is such a delight in our lives . So many times I wish I could have half of her energy. Anyway, she always has to sleep with Grammy, and she is quite the little wiggle worm. I was very concerned about her sleeping with me because I could not put the bed up against the wall, and I didn't want her to fall off and get hurt. When we snuggled up close to go to sleep I thought, I will just keep my arm around her and keep her close to me. At some point during early morning, she ended up crossways of the bed with her face at my feet. I was awakened by her calling out my name. I instinctively grabbed her up into my arms and was so thankful she had not taken a tumble off the bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, the Lord whispered and said, "This is exactly what I do with My children when they call out My name. I wrap them in My loving arms to keep them safe." This was such a profound moment that I could have cried tears ofjoy, because my heart was so filled with His love. As we celebrate His birth this Christmas, may we be ever mindful that He became the son of man and gave His life for us. We are now the babe in His ever loving arms! The Lord is thy keeper; the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. Psalm 121:5 For it is written, He shall give His angels charge over thee to keep thee, and in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone. Luke 4: 10, II (This was Satan trying to tempt Jesus, when Jesus told him to get behind Him.) © 2005 Karen Langford Brown Back to Poems Front Page Site constructed, illustrated and managed by Liz Vose Vose Arts and Crafts, Berwick, Maine gardeningartist@comcast.net