"Taste the saline rolling down your cheekbone..."

Sometimes, there's nothing left to do but cry. Even the Son of God cried...the shortest verse in the Bible..."Jesus wept." (John 11:35)

From the time we are very small, from the womb, almost, we are conditioned to cry when there are circumstances beyond our control, which we desperately want to take control of. This is very pertinent in my life at the moment; a situation is much beyond my realm of control and I feel like all there is left to do is cry. But I can't...I need to; but I can't. I should also allow myself to be picked up by Daddy and rocked in His huge arms, comforted by His strong heartbeat...wouldn't it be nice if life still worked like that, folks? Daddy picks you up, gives the booboo a kiss and folds you into a huge bear hug and all your worries just fade away? I know it's not THAT simple, but I also know that my God will do all of those things; they're just more subtle.

The kiss on your booboo (which instead of a scraped knee is a broken heart or shattered spirit) is instead an uplifting passage of scripture or an exceptionally powerful spiritual experience; the huge bear hug is no longer two huge arms enfolding you, but rather an entire congregation of believers helping to carry you through your problems.

Lord, please take this problem from my heart, mind and spirit. I don't want to have to deal with it anymore...I know that I am weak without you and have not the strength to stand up under my problems without you. I am holding out my arms; please scoop me up into Your powerful arms and allow me to feel comforted again, as I was as a young child, safe and secure with my Daddy.


Needing Him Desperately,
~*~K~*~