Both of my kiddos suffered minor injuries today- fingers slammed in the door, and bumped forehead off the corner of the bed- ouch.
In both instances, they each ran to me. They held me so tight, desperate for mommy’s comfort in the midst of their hardship. My heart broke for the pain they felt, but selfishly, I enjoyed cuddling them individually in my arm, comforting them through the anxiety.
In this moment, I was confirmed, again, that Jesus provides us that same type of comfort when we are in pain. Whether it is mental, physical, or emotional- He is available to us, wanting to ease us into recovery. His love for us is like a mother’s love, but Greater. Let us always remember that.
May the blessings often disguised as hardships forever be revealed to you