Isn't life very much like that? We are going along, walking in the sunlight, breathing in the air and living life. Sometimes without warning a storm comes, bringing a strong wind that may knock us off our feet. Our happy walk is pierced with pain, disappointment and discouragement. If we are surrounded by people who care, we find comfort in their ministrations. We are soothed, encouraged and strengthened by their words and actions on our behalf.
But...perhaps the wound we have received is not visible or audible. Perhaps we believe it is just too personal, deep or tender to share with another. What then? Who comes to our aid...where does our help come from? The Psalmist gives us the answer...our help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth. (from Psalm 121). He is our ultimate Helper...and nothing is hidden from Him. We might as well bring it before Him...He already knows all about it.
Mama was nearby and more than ready to hold and comfort that small, hurting boy. Our Father is closer to us than our very breath, always. When that sudden tumble comes, when we fall, He is there to comfort us...to pick us up, dust us off, and help us get back on our feet. Words from a song learned long ago come to mind.....
"He knows my name...He knows my every thought. He sees each tear that falls and He hears me when I call." ~ Tommy Walker