Every morning when The Monkey wakes up, he blesses me. Whether he’s coming from his own bed or ours, the first thing he does is to sneak up to the office door, peer in gently, and wait for me to acknowledge his presence. When I do, he always comes straight over to me, climbs up into my lap, lays his head on my chest, tucks his little 2-year-old hands between his body and mine, and rests. He doesn’t squirm or try to get to things on my desk. He doesn’t ask for the umpteenth time to watch Blue’s Clues. He just rests.
His ability to climb up into my lap and just be convicts my own heart of how I should be with my heavenly Father.
All too often when I spend specific time with God, there is a considerable part of me that is looking forward to being done so that I can move on to other things. I want to check my email. I want to tell Jess about this thing I have been thinking. It doesn’t really matter what it is, when it comes to spending time with the Father, I climb up into God’s lap, give Him a quick peck on the cheek and then run off to watch Blue’s Clues.
We’re reminded in Leviticus that we are to “be holy” as God is holy. I wonder if holiness, that is – being set apart from the world, specifically for the Father – would be a little easier if I could just master the “be-ing” part of it.
We get up at 3am each day, long before the children wake up. This gives my wife and I time to enjoy a cup of coffee, get into God’s Word together, and accomplish a few tasks before our boys join us around 6am. Three hours without children, alone with your husband or wife? That’s like gold. But it is also a golden opportunity – to climb up into my Father’s lap, and be.
Father, please help me to give you my undivided devotion. Help me to focus just on You.
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What a wonderful piece of wisdom. It’s so true. I found your site by typing in “sitting on God’s lap.” When I was a little girl, my dad was a drinker. He once beat me really bad with his belt . I was wearing shorts and a halter top. There was hardly a place on my body that wasn’t cut and bleeding. Sometime after that, I went to sleep. During the night my spirit woke up. There was a man in the room. I think he was an angel. I went with him into a dark tunnel. We sat down. I had the sensation we were moving very fast. This occurred when I was around 12 years old. Long before I had read anything about anyone else describing this tunnel. I am 61 years old now. We stopped and stepped through a door. We entered Heaven. We were on a grassy hill side walking on a pathway. The path eventually led along a big wall which led to a gate. I thought “Pearly Gates,” were made up. This gate was scrolled like wrought iron does only instead of iron, they were made of gold. Inlaid in the gold scrolling was pearl that reflected pastel colors. It was so beautiful. I reached out to touch it, but before I could, the gate opened by itself. We entered and walked down the sidewalks to the center of this city. We came to an elevated platform with stairs on all four sides. There was a chair at the top of this platform. Then, God appeared in this chair. His face was covered with a cloud. It seemed as normal to me, as the eyes on my face were normal to me. It was as if we had always known each other. I ran to Him and climbed up on His lap. He put His arms around me and hugged me so tight, and I hugged Him back with a big hug. He held me so tightly for a moment. Event today I still stop at times to remember the feel of His arms holding me and the deep love for me that was in His heart. We spoke with our thoughts. I knew God was sad because of the things that had happened to me in the past. He told me I could stay if I wanted to. He showed me two moments in the future where my mom and brother were so sad because I had died. Until then, I did not know they really did love me. I told Him I could go back. He hugged me again so blessedly tight. Then, His arms dropped sadly to His side. I got down and went through a door that was there. I was instantly awake in my room. All the rest of my life, I have carried the memory of sitting in God’s lap with His arms tightly around me. But, best of all I remember His love. Love deeper than we have words to express. When my body or heart has hurt down here, I can wrap Gods arms around me, lean on His chest, rest awhile, and know, beyond all doubt, I am loved dearly. I hope this blesses you like you have blessed others with your wise words. God Bless you and keep you and your family with Him always………………. Paula