The day God cried
Friday, November 26, 2010
March 15, 2008 is a day that I will never forget. It is the day that my Papa (grandfather) died from prostate cancer. After the funeral I spent the afternoon sobbing in my mother's arms. My mother cried with me simply because I was in so much pain. I was thinking about this earlier this week and the Lord revealed something to me. He asked if my mother hurt that much for me, imagine how much He hurts when I or anyone of His other children are hurting? I struggle with depression, and for others who have the same struggle you know how badly we can hurt. Isn't it comforting though to realize that we will never hurt alone? The Father cries too.