I wanna be like. . . Aidan :)

Oh, Aidan. He's my mischievous one-- we call him naughty; Memaw calls him "inquisitive". Or should I say, Memaw CALLED him inquisitive. Until at 18 months of age, he climbed up onto her dining room table, all decked out for Thanksgiving, grabbed a piece of depression glass, and began toddling around the house with it. Then, Memaw decided that maybe he was just a touch naughty. But, Aidan, he's also my cuddly one. That child can snuggle with the best of them. We joke that he's trying to make up for the naughtiness, but today the LORD showed me that he's not. That's just the way he is :). He can be naughty and then doesn't even think twice about snuggling up next to me. Why? Because I'm his mommy, that's why! He's knows that it doesn't matter what he's done. He knows that my love isn't dependant on how good or naughty he's been. And I know that, too. He could have thrown the hand towel in the powder room into the toilet (been there done, that), gotten into the gift wrap stash, or told me "uh-uh" a thousand times that day; but when he comes to snuggle in my lap-- none of it matters-- he is my sweet little boy, who's come to rest in his mommy's arms. And, so, I wanna be like Aidan. It's inevitable that I'm gonna mess up in this life-- yell at the kids, grump at the husband. But I should NEVER be hesitant to cuddle up into the Father's arms, because his love for me is not dependant upon my actions. He still wants to cuddle me, no matter how naughty I've been. His love never even considers my actions-- I cannot sway him to love me more or less-- he just wants to BE with me. Father, I'm resting in your arms today. Amen.