The Comfort of a Father

January 3, 2012

Happy New Year! This is my first post for 2012. I’m glad you decided to come along and stick with me for my first full year of blogging!

Now to begin.

Last night was a late night for my son. He usually goes down for bed pretty early, but last night we stayed out a bit longer than usual. We had gone out to eat and then went and walked around Wal-Mart for a while. When we got home it was almost an hour passed his bedtime. He had actually fallen asleep on the way home.

When my wife got him out of the car he woke up and when we came inside she set him down so she could get some stuff ready so he could go to bed. That is when the crying started.

He walked around with arms slightly away from his body, pacifier kind of still in his mouth, eye squinting, and tears rolling down his face. He had no idea what was going on and didn’t understand why he had been put down.

He walked over to me and I tried talking in a soothing voice but that didn’t work. All he wanted was to be held (and to go to sleep).

So I picked him up and went to our rocking chair to sit down with him. He immediately laid his head on my left shoulder facing out and started to relax. Every once-in-a-while he made a whimpering noise but other than that he just stared blankly off and allowed me to comfort him.

That was special for me. He has never been the kind of kid to cuddle. As soon as he was able to raise his head up he no longer was content to sit and rock to be put to sleep. It’s only on rare occasions that he will let one of us just sit and rock him.

But he couldn’t calm down on his own and he needed me. My wife even walked by a few times as she was getting things ready for him to go to bed, and yet he still was happy with me (that’s a big deal).

It felt nice as his father to be able to give him that comfort. He was so unsure and just down right tried, but with me, he relaxed.

It really is true, that when you become a parent it opens all new opportunities to see the way God works. The Bible describes God as our Father. I am sure that is for many different reasons but one is because of the way He desires to comfort us.

A father does not like seeing his children in pain. Sometimes He understands that it is just a scraped knee so he encourages us to just walk it off. Other time though, He knows that we need more.

Sometimes He knows that we need a shoulder to cry on or the arms of our father wrapped around us letting us know it is all going to be okay.

We can become so bogged down. We run around to work, church, our kid’s activities, or we run around after our kids. Sometimes these activities become taxing. We feel drained and a bit confused. Sometimes bad things happen and grief and more confusion are added to our load.

We become that kid wandering around the room with our arms out from our body and pain in our faces, unsure of where to go or what to do.

In those moments, if we let Him, God can come to us and He lets us rest on Him.

We need to lift those requests to God in prayer and let Him take care of them. I am not saying that after one night all our troubles will simply fall away or that we will never be busy but when we allow God’s peace to overcome us, it is a refreshing experience.

It is a reminder that He is in control and He is watching out for us. He is our Father and His love is great.

PSALM 30:4-5

Sing to the Lord, you saints of His;
Praise His holy Name.
For His anger lasts only a moment,
but His favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.



5 Responses to “The Comfort of a Father”

  1. That’s a great moment with your son! As a father of 5, I’ve learned to cherish those moments because they are too few, and will be gone too soon. Enjoy!

  2. Michelle said

    I really enjoyed it and going to share it.

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