sweet child o' mine

Harper is playing baby Jesus in the Christmas musical at church.  It's pretty cute.

She usually does really well, but during the performance tonight she started to cry while "Mary" was holding her.  At first it was just a little cry, but then it turned into a wail.

Emily was up there with her, yet it took everything in me not to run up on the stage and hold her.  I could tell she was a little scared, and I wanted to save her.

I kept thinking about how God does the same thing with us.  He hears our cries and His heart aches with us.  He wants to scoop us up and hold us in His arms while He tells us everything is okay because he has got us.

But He can't.  Just like I couldn't with Harper.  Not becaus eof the play, but because sometimes she has to cry.  She has to experience pain.  Or else she becomes a rotten, spoiled person.

But it doesn't mean I don't care.

Just because God doesn't swoop in and save us, does not mean He doesn't care.

He is our Father.  He aches with us and for us.

But He can't always save us...