The last couple of days I have been thinking about fussy babies. When my now grown children were small I always felt guilty when they were a little sick but it was about the only time they would tolerate being cuddled and rocked. I love to cuddle and rock.
But I also remember the times an upset tummy or an erupting tooth left a baby inconsolable. The only thing to do was to walk and rock and sing, not because it could help them feel better faster but rather to reassure them that they had someone to journey along during the icky parts too.
This has been a comfort when I have been doing the icy parts myself, knowing that God never let's go of us when we are in a bad mood, or feeling bad or blue, or traveling through the birthing pains of adjusting to a new normal after a major change in our lives.
At all times, and in all places, God loves us, tends us, abides with us, sends the Spirit of God to comfort us, lead us, teach us. God heals us, woos us, encourages us and is always moving us towards our own highest good...even when we are dragging our feet and whining in ways that make a 2-year-old in full blown tantrum mode look mature and sophisticated. And God never turns away or losses patience or gives up.
So, when all energy is spent from my tantrum, and I am utterly worn out, and I quit struggling to get my own way, God's love just floods my soul with all good things because God is an amazing father to His children.
Oh, Father God, how grateful I am. AMEN
But I also remember the times an upset tummy or an erupting tooth left a baby inconsolable. The only thing to do was to walk and rock and sing, not because it could help them feel better faster but rather to reassure them that they had someone to journey along during the icky parts too.
This has been a comfort when I have been doing the icy parts myself, knowing that God never let's go of us when we are in a bad mood, or feeling bad or blue, or traveling through the birthing pains of adjusting to a new normal after a major change in our lives.
At all times, and in all places, God loves us, tends us, abides with us, sends the Spirit of God to comfort us, lead us, teach us. God heals us, woos us, encourages us and is always moving us towards our own highest good...even when we are dragging our feet and whining in ways that make a 2-year-old in full blown tantrum mode look mature and sophisticated. And God never turns away or losses patience or gives up.
So, when all energy is spent from my tantrum, and I am utterly worn out, and I quit struggling to get my own way, God's love just floods my soul with all good things because God is an amazing father to His children.
Oh, Father God, how grateful I am. AMEN
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