My children are great sleepers - they are easy to put to bed, they sleep all night, they wake up happy. So when they cry out during the night, something is wrong. A few nights ago, the kids had been asleep for several hours and I was sitting on the couch in my living room crying. Well, sobbing really. You know that kind of cry that is just gross? I had been reading my Bible and praying, taking my grief before the Lord, and just felt so alone. And between sobs, I began to hear William sobbing in his bed. It was amazing how my tears and my pain were suddenly irrelevant. I ran upstairs to William's room and found him sitting in the dark crying, missing his daddy. My heart broke. I would have done anything to take away his pain. And the Lord spoke to my heart.
Just like I run to William when he is crying and would do anything to take away his pain and fear, I have a Father who loves me. He holds me as I weep. He covers me with his hand. And even when everything is confusing and crazy, I know He has a perfect plan. So I must trust him. I must remember that that while I might find myself sitting alone on my couch again, sobbing uncontrollably, I am never really alone. My Father feels my pain, holds me as I cry and whispers, " I love you," in the dark silence.
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Psalm 147:3