I was walking down the hall, name tag in my hand, when I saw him,
Standing, sobbing, his hand outstretched,
I peaked in the room and their were only two nurturing hands to tend;
I reversed directions,
headed into the room and scooped him up.
His little body shook as he laid his head on my shoulder.
I felt a rush of emotion flood through me as I imagined his helplessness;
need for secure arms around him and a steady shoulder to lean on.
I sat down in the rocker, holding him tight.
He started again with the sudden change in altitude;
Once my arms closed around him again and the rocker began it’s steady rythm
we both visibly relaxed.
I looked down at the name tag on the back of his shirt.
His parents a part of our community in Christ.
I remember during baptism committing to raise their children with them.
Our congregation commits to guide our children through this overwhelming world with us.
The other nurturing hands were available now.
She said “Whenever you would like I can take him from you.”
I thought for a moment and leaned back.
I am right where God wants me to be.
