More mornings than not I wake on the edge of our king-sized bed with an ever-growing boy snuggled in beside me. For warmth. For comfort. For knowing he’s connected to the family unit.
God used those moments recently to suggest He’d welcome a similar posture from me.
“Press Into Me,” He invited.
For warmth. For comfort. For knowing I’m connected to something larger than myself.
Press in. Where it’s easier to hear His whispers. Where our heartbeats begin to sync.
Press in. Where there is shelter under His wing.
Press in. Where I am supported and cannot fall. Well, not far anyway.