In 2013, my wife and I were attending a church we had never visited before. Our daughter, two at the time, was not the social butterfly she is now so putting her in a nursery was always interesting.  Some she loved.  Others, not so much.  It didn’t really have anything to do with the actual nursery.  It really just depended on our daughter’s mood. On this particular Sunday, My wife and I were sitting in our back row seats enjoying worship when we heard a familiar shriek from the lobby.  It was the same noise we would hear in the middle of the night when our daughter would have a nightmare.  We immediately realized that our number had been on the board for so long without a response, they had exiled our child and a volunteer adult to the lobby because her shrieking was terrifying the other children.  Woops…

My wife went out, rescued the volunteer, and as soon as she came back into the chapel, I heard my daughter cry out in terrified hope, “Daddy!  Daddy!”. I turned to her as she wrestled out of my wife’s arms, ran with tears streaming down her face and her arms reaching out to me.  She crashed her little body into mine and I could feel the panic in her heaving chest as she locked her arms around my neck.  My being her protector and comforter became very real in that moment and I was so moved that my daughter found comfort and safety in my arms.

As believers, we also have a Father that loves us, protects us, and wants us to come to him in good times and also during the bad times.  We may not understand our suffering.  We may even be terrified of it, but He is full of truth, love, and hope. When life overwhelms us, when circumstances are so painful and terrifying we fear we cannot bare it, we can go running into His arms and rest in His faithfulness.  His Word assures us that He will be there to comfort and reassure us.  As much as I love my daughter and believe I will always be there for her, it does not compare to our Father’s love.  I am so thankful that He is mine and He is faithful.  God Bless.