Comfort

Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child rests against his mother, My soul is like a weaned child within me. Psalm 131:2 Justin did a face plant the other day in the gym.  He is six years old and so adorable; I just love, love, love this kid.  I helped him up and walked him to the sidelines and sat in a chair.  He crawled up in my lap and lay his head on my shoulder. I rubbed his back and whispered sweet reassurances and rocked him while he cried his hurt away.  After about … Continue reading Comfort