Like a little hurricane, Silas rages and fits around the house. He becomes destructive, wreckless, distraught, emotional, and angry.
Then, mid-tantrum, in the eye of the storm there will be this innocent stillness about him. A moment of recognizing un-met need.
Silas will stop and whimper:
"Mommy, I need a snuggle."
What looked like fury, was actually fear. Even when all my ugliness is evident, am I loved? Accepted? Can I still return to safe arms?
Would you believe, that at 28 years of age, I'm still a 2 year old?
My emotions rage, my quick temper flares, my anger bashes against others, and my frustrations blow others away.
But, If I stop and just look at what is really wrong, if I am just honest with myself I would see that: I just need a snuggle. An internal one.
Unconditional reassurance, love, and acceptance.
To be able to sigh deeply, as Silas does, and rest in bigger arms.
Good thing there is some One who is able to hold this hurricane and calm the storm raging in me.