God's Arms

On Sunday, I was standing in the back of church. The sun was beating down on my back and I could feel the perspiration beading up on the back of my head. I decided to step further inside to hide underneath the shade. The fan was oscillating slowly and I looked down. There was my brother and his wife; she was sitting, her legs out in front of her and leaning back in her chair. She moved forward to make sure her long hair fell over the back of the chair instead of it being between her and the chair. He placed his hand on her shoulder and would occasionally lean down and give his sleeping daughter a kiss. She was resting on her mother's chest, sleeping; angelically serene in the security of her mother's love. I looked down and grinned, how beautiful is she? I saw her eyes begin to ease a little to the left, and then to the right. She moved her mouth like she was beginning to taste the heat in the air. Her eyes opened. She looked right at me. They were bright, it was like light escaping from a dark room. Her little hands moved from her mother's hip and she raised them slowly. She kept staring, then she waved, gave me a small smile, and descending back into the heaven that was awaiting her in her mother's arms. I wondered what it was like there - being in a place of peace and comfort. Do I rest in God's arms like that, or do I desire to remain standing in the heat?