1 John 3:1
There’s something magical about the tissues in our house. But even more, at the handing of them to my daughter by her Daddy. The tears meant to be dried by that tissue seem to evaporate at the receiving of it, before it even reaches her eyes.
I’ve seen it at least a hundred times and I’m always dumbfounded.
My pre-adolescent daughter will be in the middle of a tear-fest that threatens the lack of flood insurance we have on the house. Maybe worry over a project or test at school. Maybe concern for a friendship on the brink. It could even be because her Dad reprimanded her about improper behavior.
No matter what it is, or even who caused it, the fact that Daddy handed her the tissue meant to care for her fragile emotions means a lot to her. I guess she experiences it as an act of acceptance and love. Whatever it is, it’s magical.
God’s love for us is like that—even when His reprimand is the cause for our sorrow. Yes, sometimes we’re called out for bad behavior. Sometimes He says “no” to our request. But rest assured, He’s got a tissue to dry our tears, and a broad shoulder on which to wet His shirt.
Use it! He’s calling you to do just that.
He’s calling you to Him.
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