To wrap someone (usually a baby) in garments or cloth. To restrict movement of their limbs.
This is Pierce. My newest grandchild. He is a newborn. He is swaddled. That’s what we do with babies. To keep them warm. And secure.
We’ve been doing it since Jesus. Every nativity scene depicts Jesus swaddled.
I love to hold a newborn baby in my arms, once I’ve wrapped them tightly like a little burrito. Swaddled.
Every now and again all of us have those days where life just doesn’t go right. Where we’d love nothing more than to escape the chaos and return to a simpler place and time. To be swaddled. Figuratively, of course.
Did you know that each of us are wrapped in God’s love? We are swaddled. By God himself. He holds us in the palm of his hand. Now that’s security!
Whatever life is throwing your way, rest in God’s love. It wraps you in protection. Just like that precious little baby, Pierce.
This will be a sign to you. You will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger. Luke 2:12
Love and laughter,