Sick Day

We're into day 2 of Chloe's yucky cold. She's my five year old and she's not feeling so well. Nothing serious, coughing, sniffles and a bit of a fever. I'm giving her Tylenol and juice, but what she wants most is Mama's love. So we've also spent lots of time snuggled together under the covers.

Isn't that how it always goes? Whenever our kids are sick, or hurt, or sad, they run to their parents for comfort. And we're always there, waiting with open arms. And if you're like me, you savor these moments knowing that, as the years pass, they will become fewer and fewer. We all grow up and want to take care of ourselves.

I think God often feels the same. He sees His children suffering and wants so badly to comfort us. But our independant nature makes us think that we can handle it all on our own. Just like our own children, He can't hold us unless we run to Him first. And don't you know that He cherishes each and every minute we spend just "being" with Him?

When we are dealing with all our grownup issues, why are we so stubborn and insist that we can fix things ourselves? We spend so much time grumbling over our woes and so little time resting in The Father's arms. Most of the time, all it takes for our kids is a good hug and they're off and running again.

So next time you fall (into sadness, illness, or just plain crabbiness), remember that God is always there ready to hold you and make it all better.