As a an affectionate mother, I spend a lot of time hugging my children. Although they are getting older, I still insist, (much to their embarrassment) on a hug before bed. My oldest soon is soon to be 17 and I sadly sense him shrinking away even refusing my hugs. I try not to let my hurt feelings show--I don't want hugs given out of guilt, I want "from-the-heart" hugs. Like so many others things, God began speaking and teaching me from my earthly parenting experiences, including the possibility of a "last hug."

I was born again 15 years ago, I too am a teenager, but in the kingdom! How many times have I refused to hug God because I'm just too old, too smart, too mature? How many times has He called me for time with Him, but I refused because feel I am too grown for His lap. "That's a nice place but let the young Christians sit there."

Or this conversation:

"Yes, I recognize Your voice. Isn't that proof that I know enough? Proof that I'm not a "kid" anymore?"

Beloved, never get too old for intimacy with God! Never be too grown up to raise your hands in worship. Your Father loves you. Never let Him experience a "last hug." Be in His lap as often and as long as you can.

--M.L. Bullock