On a trip home from South Carolina one Easter Break (tells you how long ago that was... that we called it that), my mom and sister were in the front seat of the car, and it was the first time my brother didn't come with us. I think I might have been 12 or 13.
Dad and I put the seats down in the back of the car and stretched out to take a nap. I put my arms around his neck and put my head on his chest. I've never forgotten what he said to me "Soon, you'll be too old to lay here in my arms like this. The next person you'll be like this with is your boyfriend."
Of course, at that age, I thought "GROSS!" and was kind of mad at him for saying that. But with the last couple of weeks, I've realized that he saw then what I didn't: he couldn't always be there for what I needed, and it wouldn't always be okay for me to sit on his lap and be his little girl.... But his love has stayed with me.
Yesterday was really hard for me. Weird date, weird interaction with M.W. and I'm really regretting that it didn't work out. And I snuggled into my 4 pillows on the bed and suddenly remembered my daddy.... the thought that occurred to me was of resting my head on Jesus' chest. Just sleeping there like his little girl, nothing would ever happen to me and my dreams would be sweet.
And they were.
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I had an experience not unlike what you describe with your head on Jesus' chest a few months back. Isn't it the best feeling in the world?
**hugs**
ily
great expression
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