Get up and dance.

Sunday, I held Alianna (the kid in the picture with the frosting on her face) the entire time I worshipped.

 

Cradling a baby in church -- now that's good stuff.  

Lots of snuggling, pressed close to your neck & chest for comfort.  A slow, gentle sway or a consistent, rhythmic pat on the bum for comfort.  

Baby's are sweet and fun to hold.  

But this, this embrace of an "almost too old for this" little person is something else entirely.  With her arms around my neck and her ever-lengthening legs wrapped around my waist -- I was reminded how much I need God.  And then, when we sang "Worthy is the lamb" and I just had to raise my right hand in adoration -- even though my left bicep was burning from supporting this gangly child -- I saw, really saw God holding ME.  Never tiring, never telling me to "sit down now and color".  

Nope, just holding me.  

And then, we sat down and she snuggled into my lap -- back against my chest and again the Holy Comforter grew inside me.  I heard Him say, "I've got you Suze. I've got it ALL."  

Your questions.  

Your loneliness.  

Your dreams.  

Your physical health.  

Your children -- right now and every day that follows.  

Your Dad and your Mom.  

Your marriage and your love.  

All of it.  I've got it.  

I've got you.  

And then, the last song began.  And this freshly bathed, hilarious, creative, ornery, lushly gorgeous creature -- who I have loved from the first moment I met her -- turned her face to mine and said...

You should get up and dance.  

And we did.  

She and I -- and God.