Safe In Papa’s Arms Part 2
I could hardly believe the words on the first page of my new book I had packed. We were about to take off to France for 10 days and I had fought fear and anxiety for days on end over leaving behind our kids and responsibilities and a very ill grandmother to fly over seas. Through tears, I tapped my husband and pointed to the page for him to read the “love note from Papa.” My heart leapt with joy and gratefulness for the confirmation in written word as we were about to lift off.
“God’s spirit beckons.
There are things to do and places to go!
This resurrection life you received from God is
not a timid, grave-tending life.
It’s adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike,
“What’s next Papa”
God’s Spirit touches our spirits and confirms who we really are.
We know who He is, and we know who we are: Father and children.”
“Can you believe this? I just finally published the blog post I wrote long ago “Safe in Papa’s arms” and here we are about to take off for France, I am a ball of nerves, and He is reminding me He is my Papa, not to be afraid!”
This has happened so many times, the God winks, and I am not sure why they still catch me by surprise. He winks at us all, if we look for it. If we recognize it. If we find ourselves worthy of His love and affection.
“God’s spirit touches our spirits and confirms who we really are.”
If we aren’t guarding our spirit, that is. Fling wide the door of my soul. Show me your daily affection and care Papa. Show me what’s next!! I want to follow your will and your ways with faith like a child.
For several weeks He had been speaking to me in waves about that. That child like faith was needed. I was all ears and began to see the theme show up at every twist and turn. The God winks kept coming…all reminding me I was safe, He was my Papa, and I could trust Him.
This wasn’t necessarily the easiest for me to grasp. I have had to let go of a lot of pain in my past and walk forward in order to understand my Father’s love for me, to really grasp “How deep, how wide is our Father’s love for us.”
As His will would have it, I had the example of an amazing father right under my nose. My children were blessed with him and every day for 14 years, I have watched the way a father tenderly, lovingly shepherds his children. The gift of my husband has been the Father’s grace to me as an adult.
My Nanny would pull me close my whole life and tell me to love Him “sooooo good.” She taught me to love my Father in Heaven and after I was married she reminded me every time we talked to love my husband the same way. She knew that me loving and one day trusting my husband was a key…and that one day I would learn through watching him.
When I woke today I found out that my Nanny, after a long battle, died peacefully and is now safe in Papa’s arms. She is experiencing the love of Him in person. She got to run headlong into His arms and hear “well done, my good and faithful servant.” She is rejoicing and celebrating with all of heaven and I am sitting here feeling like a little child again in many ways; recalling all the wonderful memories I had with her. Oh, I am thankful for her struggle to be over, but somehow I feel a little lost in how life will go from here without her; that strong connection I had with her and the ability to call her for prayer and to talk, forever gone on this earth. I know that yet again, I am learning not to run away from, but instead towards Him for comfort… and trying to only be thankful that though she was blind, she can now see and that she is experiencing the Amazing Grace of her Papa….for there’s no place like home. One day, I too will see her again and feel HIs arms around me for the first time. Until then…..”What’s next Papa?”