How small I am, Lord,
like a little toddler stumbling along
and insisting on doing it “self.”
But when I get so exhausted that
I have to sit down and cry,
I find myself scooped up in Your loving arms.
You’ve made me this small so You can carry me
tenderly and cover my scrapes with kisses….
gestures of affection from all those around me,
whose warmth and wisdom protects me
from the silliness of trying
to travel this journey alone.
I am tiny
so others can have the chance
to be messengers of Your mercy—
angels of Your love.
Help me always to trust
that every time I fall
You’ll be there to comfort me
with a love even sweeter than before.