So, Baby J* had a long day that day. He didn’t get his full nap in before we picked him up. In the baby world, that makes for a somewhat fussy baby.
Baby J is a foster child in these parts of the Wiregrass. He just recently turned a year old- the cutest little thing. For one of my social work classes, I had to shadow a social worker in the field I wanted to go into. So, I shadowed a social worker at DHR. Little did I know, the fingerprint one little child would leave on my heart.
Early afternoon, the social worker and I left the department, grabbed some lunch, and then headed to pick up little Baby J from his foster home. His natural mother is at Pathway currently (likened to a boot camp) had not seen him in about a month so we were going to take him to her so she could have a change to spend some times with him. Well, he didn’t get his full nap in before we came to pick him up. It was about a 45 minutes drive to get to where his mother was at. The drive up there was not terrible. Little fussy here and there but still oh so cute. He sang a little in his own baby language, he tried to talk to a little, and just entertained himself. He has the cutest big lips I’ve ever seen and the cutest laugh. Once we get there, we sign in and the people in charge them call for someone to tell his natural mom that we are there. So we wait a few minutes. We wait outside expectantly. Then after about 10 minutes or so, we see her coming and her eyes meet her little boy. As she begins to get a little closer, she begins to run to her son and once she gets to him, she picks him up. We go back inside. She’s a proud momma. She goes to the other workers at Pathway telling them that this is her son. She spends about one hour with him, and then it is time for us to go. To help another social worker out at DHR, we take a girl from Pathway with us to take back to DHR to her social worker.
We all walk out to the car, load the car up. I get in the front seat, and Baby J’s mom puts him in the car seat in the back and gets him strapped in. He starts screaming and sobbing. She closes the door. This was definately the hardest moment for me the entire day. There was nothing any of us could do. All his mom could do was talk from the outside of the car telling him not to cry. She stood strong in that moment. After the car was loaded up, the girl from Pathway and the social worker got in the car, and it was time to leave. We got back on the road headed back to Dothan. Baby J was still crying…hard. He was relentless. Nothing you could give him would satisfy him. He was a tired boy. So tired, but he wouldn’t allow himself just to fall asleep. So, it was one of those times you just have to let him cry it out. I continually would turn around and look him just talking to him and such as well as the other two ladies would do at times too.
Then, finally, I turned slightly around and stretched out my hand to him. I really didn’t know what he could do. Would it help? Would he reject my outstreched hand to him? But in that moment, he reached out his hand and he play for with my fingers for a few seconds. Then, he took hold. He latched onto two of my fingers while I rubbed his fingers with my first finger. I kept telling him it was going to be ok. Just a few short minutes after latching on to hold onto my fingers, he took in a deep breath, let it out, and stopped crying. He stopped. He was looking at me. Never took his eyes off me. My eyes were on him. Then he started to get upset again. Then I basically told him again that it was going to be ok, he stopped. Again. Calm. Peace. Still holding onto my fingers. Then…not long after he calmed down and stopped crying, he fell asleep.
No one else in the car was aware of what just happened. I knew. That moment left a mark on my heart that I will treasure forever. It wasn’t until weeks later that I realized a parallel of that moment with us and Jesus.
Difficult situations happen, hard circumstances come up, we go through trials, we get assulted by the Enemy, and we walk through valleys. Sometimes we come to a place where we just lose it. We cry and just fall apart. We get worked up. Sometimes we get stressed, overwhelmed, worried. We get so tired and restless. We get like Baby J was. And there Jesus is in the midst of it with an outstretched hand saying “Grab hold of me. Take hold of my hand and hold fast to me. Trust me. I am your peace.” But when we finally take hold of His hand, there is Peace. We take a deep breath and we calm down- filled with Peace.
Is 26:3-4 says “You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on You, because He trusts in You. Trust in the Lord forever, for the LORD GOD is an everlasting rock.”
There is peace when we fully trust Him (when the inclination/character of our mind is on Him, when we lean on Him, and when we confidently hope in Him) – when we grab onto His hand. When we can lean on and confidently (trust) and hope in His character- that He who promised is Faithful. His name is Faithful and True. He is not man that He would lie. He is the everlasting rock, our firm foundation. His Word proves true and His love never fails. His grace is sufficient for you.
Also, when we grab hold of Him there is rest. When Baby J grabbed hold of my hand, it was no time later that he fell asleep. In Jesus, there is a place of rest. I’m not referring to the physical place of rest or physical sleep. But a place where we can rest in who He is and what He has done. We can rest in His promises. A place where in our inner being we just rest in the character of God. A place where we can rest and rest assured that it will be ok- He is sovereign. He is with us even to the end of the age.
Ps 127:2 says “…for He gives to His beloved sleep…”
In walking in perfect peace, we can rest in Him. In resting in Him, we can walk in perfect peace.
*For protection purposes, the child’s name has been changed*
[This is Part 2 to “Trust and Peace (part 1)”]