The phrase makes me think of a dependence so utter that it can not even understand its dependency or articulate its need.
This is not the “cute” dependency of a baby or toddler gazing adoringly into your face as you cuddle.
This is the exhausted, hungry, sunburned child who is such an inarticulate puddle of maxed-out emotion and discomfort that she can’t tell you which need is greatest and might even reject overtures of help as attacks on her (albeit insufficient) autonomy.
My poor Melody was this yesterday. Elisha cutting teeth was this most of the night. Natasha well past nap was this today, minus the hungry.
And cross Mother is definitely at that place of inarticulate dependence.
All I can pray is, “It’s a good thing your Spirit prays for me when I don’t have the words, because I’m ‘standing in the need of’ without even the understanding enough to think what it is I should ask for.”