Snuggling With God

I've had a backlog of writing in my head for the past few weeks, so much to say, so little time. I'll need to take a break from blogging in order to work on other projects, but I did want to leave you with this thought.

Have you snuggled with God lately?

Interesting question, I know. Snuggling is not on the list of 'religious' things to do, but then again, when was Christianity about 'religious' things? (Jesus never said, "If you love me, do religious things for me.")

Snuggling has been on my mind quite a bit lately. When my little one sits in my arms, perfectly content, I feel a love there unlike any other. When I'm in my husband's arms, I feel a deep connection with him. For me, it's understanding that I don't have to do anything for these people to love me. They are happy just being with me.

But I'm not usually a good snuggler. I like to move, I like to be busy. I want to check things off my list, and make things for people, and do things to ensure that people notice me, need me, like me. Sometimes, that gets in the way of my relationship with God. I'm so busy being busy, I forget: He just wants to snuggle with me.

So last Sunday, during communion at church, God and I snuggled. I didn't sing during the music, I didn't pray, I didn't try to think deep, spiritual thoughts. Instead, I imagined myself wrapped in God's strong arms, and I leaned into them for a great big hug.

It was good. I felt a peace that flowed through me, and a love that poured over me. And the peace and love stayed with me for the whole day; even now, as I'm writing about it, I can feel its effects. Definitely something to make a daily habit of.

Life is busy, but we all need a good snuggle every now and then from the people around us. I'm glad to have plenty of 'snugglers' around my house, because they will always remind me: Have I snuggled with God lately?