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Baby Screams While Mom’s in Shower—When She Jumps Out in Rage, 3 Words Stop Her Dead in Her Tracks

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It was the end of the day, and as I gathered up my youngest daughter for bedtime I realized I was tired too. But it wasn’t just a physical fatigue, though my eyes felt gritty. It was an emotional weariness. I had a handful of problems worrying me, and like rocks in your pocket, after you gather so many they start to weigh you down.

“Come to Poppa.”

I felt the call to lay it all down, and I smiled at the thought of surrender. It was all about trust, you know?

Earlier that day I had put the same baby daughter down for a nap. She seemed so soundly asleep, and I slipped swiftly out of the room while visions of steamy showers filled my senses. I was a sucker for hot water and hair conditioner, but as soon as I let the spray soak my tresses I heard her bawling plea. “Come get me!” her cries screamed, and I jumped out of the shower slip-sliding my way to her side before she fell from the bed.

I won’t lie; I was mad. I was mad that she had napped for less than 15 minutes. I was mad that I was wet and freezing. And I was mad that I never had a moment just for me. I honestly wanted to scream at that baby right that moment, but then she did something that changed it all around. She leaned herself into my body, and she rested her small head on my chest.

It wasn’t just the laying her head on me either. It was the whole act of it, the way it felt, what it implied. Her body was limp. She was in a position of complete abandonment and total surrender. She was exhausted, and her posture showed it. She fell into me, her full weight rested against me, and the feeling of absolute trust was palpable.

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Her tiny trusting body felt so wonderful pressed against mine that I kissed the top of her head. Once, twice, then again, and I just held her. I held her until she was done resting in me.

“Come to Poppa.”

How many times do I cry out in anguish at my surroundings? How often am I so very tired, but unable to find rest on my own?

How frequently do I feel overwhelmed by the pressures of this world, yet how often do I choose to simply trust Him? And I don’t mean the “I read my Bible and believe in God” kind of trust. I mean the “let me fall face first into your chest and lay there in total surrender” kind of trust.

Maybe it’s time I go limp and lay my head down like a child.

“Come to Poppa.”

This week especially I’ve found myself falling victim to the stresses of this world, and they are indeed many. I’ve been pulled in many directions and pressed between a rock and a hard place. I’ve even felt my back against the wall with no other option than to trust God. This week He strongly impressed this verse upon my heart.

Isaiah 43:19

See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.

In the midst of many changes, I am reminded that my Father makes the way, not me. And though He gives me the wisdom and will to move forward as I choose, in the end, I am powerless in most things. Yet when I can fall into Him in total trust I find my rest. I find peace. I find comfort. I find Poppa.

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Brie Gowen is a 30-something (sliding ever closer to 40-something) wife and mother. When she’s not loving on her hubby, chasing after the toddler or playing princess with her four-year-old, she enjoys cooking, reading and writing down her thoughts to share with others. Brie is also a huge lover of Jesus. She finds immense joy in the peace a relationship with her Savior provides, and she might just tell you about it sometime. She’d love for you to check out her blog at BrieGowen.com.

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