Working with little children is a delight. However, they love to run up to me every day to show me their latest boo-boos. They lift up their pant leg so I can see a tiny scrape. Or they hold up their finger to show me their princess band-aid. When the other children see this they have to run over to show me their boo-boos too.
But are we adults so different? Where do you turn when you're hurting? Do you pick up the phone to talk to a friend?
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Blessings and love,
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i go to the same One you go to,
ReplyDeletethe King of Kings and Lord of
Lords.
The is only one place to go - and that is to "The One" who cares the most.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you.
I am blessed to have God as my Father, and I share my wounds with him.
ReplyDeleteI also have a wonderful, he's a patient and empathic listener and comforter.
Other-ways I tend to keep my hurting to myself. I guess I ought to have shared more. It's just when one tries to tell, others always seems to hurt even, and I'm ending up comforting them.
I guess that's a blessing too. Seeing that my problems aren't the center of the world. Knowing that my Heavenly Father has promised, "Never will I leave you, nor will I forsake you."