The Father's Arms

As I go through my days, there are times when I'm feeling a little sadder than usual, and I find myself rocking back and forth, almost as if I'm being rocked by a parent. I start to feel comforted and at peace. I know that this may sound silly, but it's almost as if I'm in God's arms and He is the one rocking me back and forth and giving me that comfort. It's something small, but very significant. The past couple of days have been pretty good. I've had a lot of stuff to keep my mind off the present situation. I've been planning a lock-in and preparing for Praise in the Park. Although the impatient feeling never subsides. Waiting on results has been the story of our lives lately. It seems like we are always waiting. Waiting for results, waiting for the weather and the storm to subside. Last night as the storms came through, usually I have an unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I had an immense sense of peace pouring over me. I knew that God would bring us through that storm, just as He is bringing us, slowly but surely, through this storm. I still don't know why, and I probably never will until I meet face to face with the Great Creator, but I know that whatever the outcome and whatever the results, as a family, we will make it.