I’m in line at the grocery store, and I can’t take my eyes off of a little baby strapped to his mother in a Baby Bjorn carrier. The baby, facing forward, dangles with joy: feet wriggling, hands waving, eyes exploring. He’s so free.
One would think it would terrify a baby to dangle without any sure footing. One would think that dangling in space–attached by tethers–would make one feel totally out of control.
Well, not for this baby. When you’re tethered tightly to the one who loves you and cares for you–the one who will not let you fall–it suddenly doesn’t matter that your feet have no place to stand.
You kick your feet with joy; you wave and explore. You’re free, dangling.
I love thinking about God holding me in a Baby Bjorn!