We adults forget most of the things that happened to us in life when we were at a very young age, but certain things do stick in our mind. I still remember vividly when I was perhaps around six, the time I went over to a person sitting in a chair in the kitchen at home ~ she's not even a member of the family, but she was very endearing to me. I walked over to her, sat on the edge of the seat between her legs, and leaned back on her. She didn't even try to hold me, but I felt so good and secure just being with her, touching her ~ there was definitely a connection there.
This was how I felt this morning during prayer before Mass. Now I have God the Father holding me close to him, letting me know that I am his and I belong to him. This was such a rock-solid, good feeling that only God can provide. What the world needs is love and the sense of belonging ~ there are so many lonely and lost souls out there. They need to connect or reconnect to God, so that they'll know where to go and to belong.