For about a week, I’ve been contemplating on my earliest recollection of being a comfort to someone. I was in preschool in Germany. I was wearing a lion costume my Mom had made for me (this was when the family were all celebrating Halloween). A classmate of mine was fascinated with my tail. I remember her having blonde hair. Her face didn’t have a smile on it. She appeared expression-less. All of a sudden, I felt this overwhelming desire to nurture and remain gentle instead of defending myself; saying “Let go of my tail!”
I remember slowly moving around the classroom and, surely, she followed me around—still holding onto my tail. I believe that day was a party day (no classwork being done) so that would be the reason for my free roaming.
The teacher didn’t tell my classmate or me to stop our behavior so I wasn’t under distress for having the classmate “harass” me nor was my behavior inappropriate at the time. I wish I had remembered more (like if the classmate remained quiet or by herself for the rest of the year).
Today, I was thinking how this could be a spiritual symbol. Since a lion stands for strength and Jesus Christ is known as the Lion of Judah, have I even held onto The Lion to receive strength from Him? When I felt I couldn’t speak and remained emotionless on my face (after a traumatic experience), do I grab hold to The One who has the ultimate strength?
I pray that we may hold tight to our Redeemer and follow Him wherever He may lead us. For He desires to give us hope, power, and everlasting life.
“He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength” (Isaiah 40:29).