My son was sitting next to me in church. He slid over, so that he was snug up next to me. I put my arm around him, pulled him in, and kissed his head. He wanted affection, and asked for it in his own socially accepted way. He wanted to be close. He may not have even been mindful of his tactic, but rather moved on instinct. My response was automatic, reading my son’s need, and responding to him with love.
I was on retreat recently, and I think that is like nudging up next to God. Like my son, I didn’t need to know what it was that I was searching for, but God will respond. He sees exactly what it is that I’m asking, even if I don’t know myself. Then He embraces me and kisses my head.
