There are worst things then being needed.
This is what I have to remind myself when I have a child attached to my hip at 5 AM. At that point in the day I would rather not be needed. I would rather be fast asleep in my bed. But I’m needed. I’m wanted. I’m desired. I have someone who wants the comfort and security of being close to me.
When she reaches up her little arms to be held, when she gleefully smiles and tries to tackle me on the floor, when she laughs when I tickle her—my heart is glad. My heart is full because I feel so needed.
And I think of all the times when my heavenly father desires such. When He wants us to reach up to Him. When He wants us to go to Him for security and refuge. When He wants us to turn to Him for help.
But we’re adults. We think we can handle life’s problems on our own.
So we struggle, we fret, we try to deal with it.
We try to solve life's problems, instead of admitting that we, too, need to be held at times.
Much like a little child, we needed the encouragement and love of a parent. We need arms of love to surround us and carry us through the hard times. We need our Savior.
Do you need to run into the arms of your Savior today? What do you need to bring before Him? He's always ready and waiting to carry you.