brief moments

after worship a few weeks ago, i was heading up the aisle to leave, bible and notebook in hand.

i was lost in thought, in reflection, in my own circling worries and prayers and fears.

and he dashed down the aisle, through the crowd and slammed into me at my knees, hugging me so tight I almost toppled over, surprising me with his strength.

four-year-old boys are strong huggers.

all i could think was...

thank you Lord, for your mercy.

thank you for having mercy on me.

oh, thank you for loving me enough to meet me where I am.

thank you for using a four-year-old to remind me of your sweet mercy and grace.