Comfort as a mother comforts
posted Monday, August 15, 2005 :: 9:30 AM
When my youngest daughter was about seven or eight years old, her
finger was in the car door when it was slammed shut. The car door was
latched, and her finger was in it. Everyone has had the experience of
their finger being shut in a door. It hurts like few things on the
earth.
I took her in my lap and wrapped my arms around her,
and just rocked her and rocked her while she cried. I think the reason
this one incident stands out in my memory so much is that she cried
inconsolably for such a long time; which meant it must have hurt
really, really bad, for my youngest daughter was never a “crier.”
I
didn’t try to shush her or tell her to stop crying; I just held her
close and tight for as long as the pain lasted. Everything that was
going on, which seemed so important five minutes before, was shelved,
and nothing else mattered to me except for comforting my hurting child,
and binding up that hurt.
Every mother reading this has
done the same thing for her children; and those who are not mothers,
had them: you know exactly what I am talking about.
That is comfort as a mother comforts.
As one whom his mother comforts,
So I will comfort you;
You shall be comforted in Jerusalem.”
Isaiah 66:13
This word is absolutely true. The Creator and Ruler of the universe desires to comfort us in our hurts as a mother comforts. Let us believe Him, and let us let Him.
to be continued …
Previously: Comfort, comfort, O My people
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Update: continued in A rabbit trail
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