Comfort Between His Shoulders

Thursday, September 26, 2013 Posted by Debbie Legg

Sometimes uncomfortable comes from inside. I feel…I don’t know…unsettled maybe. Something is just not quite right. No amounts of hot chocolate, warm blankets, crackling fires or breaths of crisp autumn air will do.

The only place I can turn is to Jesus. I need some snuggle time.

“Hmmm…snuggle time with Jesus,” you say. “Sounds…odd...” But He calls us Beloved. He loves us enough to die for us. And He writes in Deuteronomy 33:12, "Let the beloved of the LORD rest secure in Him, for He shields him all day long, and the one the LORD loves rests between His shoulders."

“Rests between His shoulders.” Wow.

There are two ways I picture that. The first way is a hug. Jesus holding me, the soft cloth of His robe against my cheek. I can hear His heartbeat. He strokes my hair and I exhale, suddenly aware I wasn’t breathing. Warm. Safe. Secure. Protected. Loved.

The second way is me sitting on a beach. Before me is the vast and beautiful ocean. I sit on a soft blanket, my knees pulled up to my chest. Then He sits down behind me, around me, my back to His chest. His left cheek against my right. His arms cover mine. He releases my hands and I sink back against Him. All is right. All is good. All is love.

We don’t speak. There is no need. And if you know me at all you know how unlike me that is. But that is what I see. What I feel.

What comforts me.