Yesterday I was at McDonalds and all was well, normal, and I was just chatting with a friend, until I heard a sudden outcry. Turning around, I saw a little girl holding her hand, eyes closed, tears streaming down, mouth open, cries exploding from her small frame. She looked over at her dad and he was already reaching for her. He sat her in his lap and held her close, bringing her head to his chest and whispering calm words in her ear. Suddenly, this little girl cried out “It hurts so much!” and I was stopped in my tracks.

All I could think about was having heard and thought that before, but not about a cut or a bruise, but about my emotions and my heart and this life. I was not crying out to my dad, though he would have listened as well, I was crying out to God. Abba, Father, Papa, Daddy.

This little child’s cries were those that felt like they were coming from her soul, and I’ve heard those cries before in times of desperation and devastation. What we don’t realize is that God is our Daddy, our Father, and he is there, holding us tight and stroking our hair whispering calming words in our ear. He cannot wait for the day where he can save us from this world of sin, but for now, he holds us tight.

“To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven:

A time to weep,

And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;…”

(Ecclesiastes 3:1,4)

If this is your time to weep, God is there weeping for you and holding you in his arms, but when the time to laugh or dance comes, he is beaming, loving every moment and loving you just as much as ever.


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