He Makes All Things Better!

I was in the grocery store the other day and on the aisle next to me a little child was not too happy to be riding in the buggy. He kept wanting his mama to carry him but the dad kept telling him no that he had to ride in the buggy. I went over on the next aisle to continue shopping and I quickly realized why mama couldn't carry the little boy. She was about ready to pop. Finally the dad offered to carry the little boy and the little boy took him up on the offer. And then the little boy said the sweetest thing I have ever heard. As the daddy got him situated, the little boy laid his head on his daddy's shoulder and said, "Oh Daddy, you are so comfortable!"

That little boy had the sweetest softed voice and his comment about did me in. "Oh Daddy, you are so comfortable!" I could have easily gotten teary eyed, but I fought it off and continued shopping.

Today, I have had a pretty blah day. If I had to put my finger on it, it would probably stem from a shift in my hormones due to Princesses Must Scream. (I stole that from someone else, but isn't it really fitting and cute.) It was one of those days when I just felt like I could have stayed in bed for the entire day. But like you, I had tons of things calling my name. So I get up and go through my day like a good little girl toting the blah feeling along with me.

I had to go back to the grocery store because I can't get my act together and get everything I need in one trip. Me and lists do not go together. I am more of a fly by the seat of my pants kinda girl, but that hasn't really been working too well for me here lately. I am too young for senior moments, but apparently they strike me in the grocery store and cause me to forget why I went there in the first place. And then before I know it, I have a cart full of stuff minus the one thing I really needed.

Anyway, on my way home from the grocery store I just couldn't fight the blah feeling any longer and so I just started praying. Then before I knew it I was crying and then next thing I know I am driving past my subdivision because I am in the midst of a full blown ugly cry and can not go home because my family will think I am crazy. Have you ever been there?

But can I just tell you that as I crawled myself up into the lap of my Heavenly Father and sobbed and told Him how hard what He was asking of me was, and how I couldn't do it and how this and that and on and on... His peace came over me. He was not put off by my crys or disguisted by my weakness. But rather He held me and my heart resonated with that little boys statement..."Oh Daddy, You are so comfortable!"

"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the father of compassion

and the God of all comfort." II Corinthians 1:3