Jesus holding our baby

Yesterday, as I sat at church praying and thinking about Jesus holding our baby, tears formed in my eyes. I thought I can't do this, not here. Jesus spoke to me and said it was fine for me to wait. He just wanted me to come to him, be in his presence, and he would wait for me as long as it took. I promised him that I would take some time that night, away from everyone, to focus on him.

As I began to pray last night, I could picture Jesus holding our baby. I began to cry again. This scene has played out so many times in my mind. In the past I have just shut downn and walked away, with a broken heart. This time I just sat there and cried. Looking up to the Lord, he was there, waiting for me. He picked my chin up and said, "I am not just holding your baby, I am holding you too." My heart fell a little bit further, when I realized that is what he had been saying to me all along. He understands the hurt. He has picked me up time and time again, putting the pieces back together in my life. As much pain as I feel, He feels it too.

Jesus took our sins to the cross, the pain he felt, to be betrayed, to take on all of our sins was just the beginning of what He was going to do for us. He brings us comfort when we are weak, he listens, he weeps, he endures everything that we go through. He is always there to pick our chins up. He is patient. He waits until we are ready. He is our GOD!

Dear Heavenly Father,

Thank you so much for waiting for me. Thank you for giving me a glimpse of Heaven. I can not wait for the day that you hold me and I get to hold our babies. I still hurt and probably always will. The hope that I have is in you. Please continue to build that hope and trust in you.

In Jesus name,

Amen