You, God, are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
I thirst for you,
my whole being longs for you,
in a dry and parched land
where there is no water.
I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.
Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.
I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.
I will be fully satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.
On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.
Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
I cling to you;
your right hand upholds me.
Today, Noah was clinging to me. I think the record for the longest period when he was content on his own, or with my husband, was about twenty minutes. If he was within arm's reach, he was grabbing a hold of my jeans to pull himself a little closer to me. If he was not in the same room as me, he was whining about it. His attachment was endearing and a little flattering, but, as is said, "everything in moderation." I was to the point of getting sick of his demands of my time and attention.
I think we would be hard-pressed to make God sick of our attachment to him. How he desires for us to cling to him for every move, to desire his presence more than any other! We would be blessed to cling to the Lord as David did, to depend upon the strength of the Lord to help us with each step.
I deeply love my son, which makes me glad that he finds me a trustworthy source of comfort. I desire to be like Noah in his attachment, and like God in his response.