This morning I woke to my kid screaming at the top of his lungs.
I was DEAD asleep and having a hard time even moving a muscle let alone leaping out of bed and running, but I did it anyway.
I DID IT ANYWAY.
He was terrified because his form of “comfort blanket,” his, “cozy dog” was missing.
I sighed with relief. Nearly slumping. And pulled back the covers to reveal this hugged to death small stuffed animal dog that was right beside him. And he was fine. Both were fine.
It got me thinking later about how God must sometimes feel this way. Us screaming at the top of our lungs for mercy or help and him being right there the whole time, right beneath the blanket. It motivated me to be more patient and remind myself that He is always there and has promised to always be with me.
God give me the strength to endure and the patience to listen. Thank you, Jesus, for being patient WITH ME! Help me to find patience with others in doing your service. Amen.
“Your lovingkindness, O Lord, extends to the heavens, your faithfulness reaches to the skies.” Psalm 36:5