My father love to play the guitar, it is one of his favorite hobbies.  It is not an unusual occurence to hear worship music coming from some part in the house whenever my father is home. When my nephew (Aiden) was born my father got in the habit of playing to Aiden and with Aiden on his lap. The problem is when Aiden got old enough he thought he should help my father by putting his fingers on the strings to and trying to bite the guitar. Which became a bit of a problem so my father became less willing to have Aiden on his lap. 

But now Aiden has learned how to crawl, well kinda. So now when my father plays the guitar Aiden crawls right over and trys to climb into his lap. He wants that time back with my father. Just wants to sit on his lap and cuddle up to him and eat his guitar.  

I have been doing the same thing, well not trying to crawl into my dad's lap but my heavenly father's. It has been a rough week and at the end of this week the only thing that I have energy to do is crawl into my father's lap and cuddle up to him (though I don't try and eat his guitar) and listen to the songs that he sings over me.  

God just waits for us to crawl into his lap, he just wants to cuddle. He can't help us if we don't come to him.