Sometimes things just get too much for us. We are overwhelmed, overburdened and overwrought. Like toddlers at the end of our tether, we yell in fury and kick and pummel with our fists. Like toddlers, we turn our rage on our Parent. Like toddlers we pummel and beat against the loving breast of God, encircled by his arms as he holds us tenderly until our tempest is spent and we weep healing tears as we receive the comfort He has been waiting to give us.
He understands us and remembers what we are made of.
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