If you tried to visualize “being brought back to reality,” wouldn’t you picture it as being some sort of shock, like a splash of cold water in the face?
Yes, I would, too.
It was in a surprise package Joe brought to me with the mail around suppertime last night. As soon as it was unwrapped and I felt that softness, I pictured my baby girl in it. I can’t think of a more gentle way to be brought back to reality. When Stephen first saw it, he said, “Blanket. Baby.”
A little later, the gift-giver called and prayed with me over the phone. Thank you, my friend, for showing the love of Jesus to me.
“He will feed His flock like a shepherd; He will carry the lambs with His arms, and carry them in His bosom, and gently lead those who are with young.”