The Father’s urging for us to remain hopeful in suffering is the reminder that He is near. Beauty beyond all things, the God who became human weeps with us. Intercedes for us. Welcomes us to come, not just into His presence but to curl up onto His lap.
He is waiting for us to notice His willing hands to do the heavy lifting. His burden is light, remember? Like a little cup of milk rather than a crushing weight. It is a reminder that He is a kind and good Father; not capricious nor wishing to set us up for failure.
Jesus is not hindering us from coming to him. Let us not be the one hindering ourselves from running into his presence. It might be in worship or grief or prayer. Or it might be to just breathe for a minute. But come. As a child.
At the end of all my musings I tend to have more things to wonder and consider than less. More questions than answers. But the peace that has been growing since that morning at church is that the light is there. Our God is there.
