When I feel particularly small and vulnerable, I run to my Papa, knowing I can find rest in His arms. I go to His word and pour over scriptures painting this picture of a loving Father who is always there, kind, gentle, and waiting with open arms.
God pursues us, longing to bring us to a place where we are lain bare, vulnerable, true and honest with Him. No pretense. It is in this place we press in, coming closer to Him, closer to His Heart.