El-Shaddai

El: the God who can do anything

Shad: correlates to chest or breast (similar) to a mother nourishing her child at her breast

Is there any feeling like when your child comes and crawls up in your lap and lays their head on your chest and just lays there? No words. Sometimes there are just sobs and sniffles. Maybe I’m just a sentimental old fool but to me there’s no feeling like that in the world you don’t even have words to discribe it or explain it. 

You softly murmur it’s OK baby mama‘s got you -OK honey OK daddy‘s got you. I wonder if El-Shaddai holds us to his breast and whispers it’s OK I got you. Everything‘s gonna be all right.

You hold them to your breast and something is transferred between the two of you that is truly unspeakable. There’s a transfusion of love and peace and grace that is non-judgmental: that moment rights the wrongs. It makes the world a better place again. Their whole life is right side up again. 

That little part of you laying on your breast, that came of out of your flesh, snuggles and hides his face in your breast…their world is right again.

That’s what El-Shaddai does. When you leave that moment of being held to his breast, the one who can do anything, your world is right again.

Problems are still there, you’re still without a husband, you’re still broke, you still have the disease, but somehow, those things are now in the background. Your strength is renewed. You leave that moment strong enough to face life again: you have been in the presence of El-Shaddai and he has held you against his breast.