Tonight I saw a glimpse of the Father’s heart. As I stood beside Mom’s bed, holding her hand and looking down upon her tear-washed face, my heart broke. As I listened to her pray, tears filled my own eyes. I watched her chin tremble. I heard her voice break. I heard her earnestly pray to her Father, and I saw myself in her face.
I remembered the countless times I have cried out to God and earnestly prayed in the same way. And for the first time I had a God’s-eye view.
Is this what I look like when I weep before the Father? Is this how He feels when I pray? Do tears flow from His eyes when they flow from mine? Does He cling to my hand and whisper words of reassurance over me? Does He smooth the hair away from my face and kiss my brow? Does He stand there the whole time, holding my hand, never leaving my side until I am calm and able to sleep?
Yes. And He remains there even after I have fallen asleep. He is always with me, never leaving me. So many times I think of God as "up there," distant from me and perhaps uncaring. But He's not. He is right beside me, deeply moved and comforting me.
God, thank you for letting me see from Your eyes tonight and showing me how much you care for Your children. Your love is tender, powerful, and deep. I am overwhelmed.
"Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand...." Psalm 73:23
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