Put your hand in my hair

As I was snuggling my daughter tonight, she whispered to me, "Mommy, put your hand in my hair," which means she wants me to brush it off of her face and run my fingers through it, which helps her relax.  I also love the sensation and frequently asked my mom to do the same for me when I was little; sometimes I ask my husband to play with my hair when I've had a bad dream or need some help drifting off to sleep.  

My daughter lay there with her beautiful brown eyes wide open, staring at me with such love, and I thought, "This is one of the best parts about being a mom, this love and connection."  And then I thought about God and how I so want that with Him.  I want to lay beside Him and put my head on His arm while He plays with my hair.  I want to stare into His eyes and see Him looking back at me with that deep, powerful, unfailing love; I want to fall asleep knowing that I am safe with Him.