The sermon this past weekend was entitled "Comfort." The text was 2 Corinthians 1:3 which says He is the God of all comfort, which reminded me of this life story:
Our youngest daughter, Malia, loved to run around bare foot. For that reason, she often seem to pick up splinters. I never could figure it out - we don't even have any wooden porches, decks or rails in our yard.
One day, she got the hugest splinter ever embedded in her foot. Usually Dad was the one who could see well enough to get the splinters out, so she went to him first. He couldn't get it out by usual means, so we ended up getting her laid out on the bed while me and the girls held her down and he dug it out. Oh, the tears! Malia cried too.
"Mom, mom, " she cried as tears slipped out of her eyes sideways to her ears, "You're supposed to comfort me."
I thought I was! Evidently holding her down and crying along with her did not equate comfort in her mind.
I'm glad God knows how to comfort better than I do. If you are going through a bad time today, ask Him for comfort. He will know what to do. After all, He cares so much for you that He gave His son to die for you.
This post is #11 in my series, 31 Days of Life Stories. Hundreds of writers are linking up at the 31 Day Writing Challenge hosted by Crystal Stine. There is a wealth of information on many topics. Go visit and see! I'll be posting under the category "Inspiration and Faith."