At any age, I welcome hugs from my children, but at 12 soon to be 13 it seems more precious, because this is the time when you are becoming more self-aware. At 12, I surely was not hugging my mother in this manner.
In this hug, it feels as if I'm her source, I'm her everything, I make her happy. The visual that comes to mind is of the koala bear hugging it's mama and once grown a eucalyptus tree.
"Though often called the koala "bear," this cuddly animal is not a bear at all; it is a marsupial or pouched mammal. After giving birth, a female koala carries her baby in her pouch for about six months. When the infant emerges, it rides on its mother's back or clings to her belly, accompanying her everywhere until it is about a year old. Koalas live in eastern Australia, where the eucalyptus trees they love are most plentiful. In fact, they rarely leave these trees, and their sharp claws and opposable digits easily keep them aloft." [Source: National Geographic]
The Tree that I hold on to whether 12 or 52 is Jesus. Her tight hug reminded me that no matter what. I should cling to Jesus in that way because He's my source and is life-giving to me.
Thanks, Little One for those weekly, koala bear hugs.
5 This is what the Lord says:
“Cursed are those who put their trust in mere humans,
who rely on human strength
and turn their hearts away from the Lord.
6 They are like stunted shrubs in the desert,
with no hope for the future.
They will live in the barren wilderness,
in an uninhabited salty land.
7 “But blessed are those who trust in the Lord
and have made the Lord their hope and confidence.
8 They are like trees planted along a riverbank,
with roots that reach deep into the water.
Such trees are not bothered by the heat
or worried by long months of drought.
Their leaves stay green,
and they never stop producing fruit. Jeremiah 17:5-8 [NLT]
Who do you hold on to?