Happy Tuesday, SHINE girls!
I love three day weekends. The only problem is the whole week is thrown off a bit. Yesterday felt like Sunday, today feels like Monday, and tomorrow will feel like Tuesday. Right?
As I was tucking my children in bed last night, I was holding back tears as they cried about missing their Daddy. He has been out of town for the last several days, and all is not well when he is gone. Their little worlds are just incomplete it seems when Daddy is gone.
The lump in my throat was the size of Texas as I fought to keep it down and to keep my eyes from spilling over with tears and flooding the room. I really wanted to be strong and not have a meltdown of gigantic proportions right there in their little bedrooms.
As I soothed them the best that I could, I kept thinking of our Heavenly Father. Our Father who is always with us. Our Father who knows every hair on our head. Our Father who intricately designed us from the top of our little heads to the bottom of our little feet.
Our Father never leaves. And never will.
"This is my command--be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged.
For the LORD your God is with you wherever you go."
I assured them that just because Daddy was out of town, he would be back and all would be back to normal at our little homestead. I prayed over them, sung to them, and read them scripture. All the while, crocodile tears are flowing from their sweet and innocent eyes.
Girls, what kind of battle, loss, sadness, trial, devastation....are you facing today? What is it that when you are all alone in the quietness of your room, brings you to a crumbling mess?
Oh, sweet girl, whatever it is....hear me again....whatever it is......He's with you. Your Father is soothing you. He's rubbing your back, stroking your hair, and rocking you in His big Fatherly arms. He's never left you.
As I was trying to comfort my children last night, I told them that I wish that I could take away their pain and their sadness of missing their Daddy. As soon as the words left my lips, I pictured the Cross. I pictured Jesus giving His Life for our sins, our hurts, our losses, our everything.
He took it all---so that we could have it all.
Doesn't that just melt that pretty heart of yours?
|Here's a little peak at Presley last night...|
she was pretending like she was giving her Daddy a hug.
Thankfully, I had my phone close by and snapped a pic. :)