It was 4:45am when I was awakened by a shrieking, “MOMMY!!!”, coming from my toddler’s bedroom. Normally if he wakes in the middle of the night I’m not too worried. However, this was a cry for help, panic, or just a plain need to have me close. After I was able to calm him down I walked back into my room, stumbling with sleepiness.
Ahhh back in bed.
“MOMMY! DADDY!!”, the crying proceeded. Hmm, maybe I need to quiet him down with a hug and cuddles. I picked up my emotional toddler and sat down with him in his rocking chair. As I started to rock him, his body became relaxed-but not settled. I explained to him that it was still night-night time and that I was putting him back to sleep in his crib. He obliged and went back to sleep…for 30 minutes.
You might be thinking, “Well hey! At least he went back to sleep!”. And yes, that’s true. But as I was lying in bed, trying to catch just a little more sleep, I began to think about the need we have for Christ. How similar my cry is to God, just as my son cried out for me. And it got me thinking how many times a day, sometimes an hour, that I cry out to God. How often I cling to him in my role as a mother. And how each and every time, God responds to my call with patience and love.
So many times, have I been told that I “need to keep it together”, or “stay strong”, and “fight the good fight”, and while all of that is true and we are to be steadfast, we are still humans in need of a God who is stronger, braver, and wiser than we.
I’ve also realized that sometimes God will put us through little tests to see how much we cling to Him. For me, these little tests happen often. My thought is that He knows I’m a control freak and He knows I need to be cleansed of that sinful nature. With each test that I’m given, I have the choice whether I cling to Him for strength, or turn to bitterness, anger, or sadness over the circumstance. And can I tell you that the times where I’ve chosen to lash out in anger, or sit in self-pity, have only led to horrible days (and many regrets?). Who wants that? It’s enough to be going through a tough situation, but to choose to cling to your mind, and not to Him is both foolish and harmful.
The word clingy can be described as, “obsessed”, “grasping”, or “sticking to” as defined by Webster’s dictionary. Normally its thought of as a bad thing, like if you were to have a “clingy girlfriend”. However, the clingy I’m referring to is a great thing, a thing to be embraced. You can definitely find me being obsessed with Jesus. And for sure you’ll see me sticking to His word daily, or even asking Him to grasp my hand when I’m having a tough moment. So yes, I’m a clingy child of God and I’m proud of it.
Friends, whether you want to believe it or not, we need Jesus. Just like we need food and water. He is our sustainer and our provider. Our refuge and help in trouble (Ps. 46:1). Today, instead of clinging to bitterness, social media, sadness, or alcohol, won’t you choose to cling to the One who fills your heart with love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Gal 5:22-23). God doesn’t get annoyed with you when you pray 54 times in a day (trust me, I’ve had those kind of days). He doesn’t mind when you tug on his arm and ask for help. He loves when you follow Him and desire to be near to Him. He enjoys your clinginess!
Verse of the day:
Pslam 63:8- “I cling to you; your right hand upholds me.”