Comfort

You know I was thinking - if I can feel so protective of my sons and hurt with the deepest hurt there is for them - How much more does my Father in Heaven hurt for me. You know the hurt that I am talking about - the one where the lump in your throat grows and grows, and tears well up in your eyes and you're mad at the same time? God, my Abba, feels this pain when I am hurting too. Wow, who would not want that God, who would want something else than a relationship with an awesome God that you can crawl up into His lap and be comforted! What a blessing. I gave my son to God to help him - because I can't. I need to do this daily, I really do. I am writing it down.