Wrestling with the Boys
I spent some one on one daddy time with the boys over the last couple of days. Yesterday Luke and I wrestled (or rassled if you are from the south and grew up watching Ricky Steamboat and Jimmy Super Fly Snuka) And then tonight, Drew and I hung out while Luke and Emma and Jennifer were out running around. Drew wanted to play the whole time, and he kept wanting me to chase him and hold him while he wiggled around and tried to get loose.
With my boys, there is just something about wrestling and playing rough. They want to test their new found strength and they want to know that their daddy is still strong enough to protect them. I love the time I have with them when we can just laugh and play.
I think this is a beautiful picture of our relationship with God. We know, but we want to be reassured that God is strong enough to protect us. And while God has us wrapped up in his arms, we can feel and enjoy and treasure his presence. But sometimes it takes some wrestling for us to realize that God is still in control.