The edge
Daniel has a new found hobby. When I'm nursing him or putting him to sleep on our bed, he will just roll and crawl to the edge of the bed. Sometimes, he throws things lying on the table to the floor and then peeps from the bed to see where it lands. Of late, he has been trying to lunge out of the bed. I always watch him to make sure he's safe. But today, he crawled with such speed, I barely had enough time to drag him by his feet and pull him inside. He was agitated, and cried and fussed, because he wanted to jump out of the bed. Little does he know, that doing this, will actually hurt him. Reminds me of how God watches over us. He pulls us in, just when we are about to jump off the cliff. Just in time. And just like my baby, sometimes I don't even want to be safe in His arms. "When you go through deep waters and great trouble, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be