My Father, you welcome me into your presence - and that's a wonder in itself. More than I can imagine. then you invite me to lean against you...and a bolt of self-reliance resists.
But I want to trust you. To relax the weight of my fears and anxieties against you. To rest, to know how fully trustworthy you are. Help me, Father.
I reach for your hand, feel your firm grip....and I lean my weight against you now.
From Amy Carmichael, You are my Hiding Place