The God of All Comfort

'Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.
- II Corinthians 1:3-4

"Pop-Pooh, I not feel good," Katelyn said as she crawled into her grandfather's lap. I watched as she laid her head on his chest and he snuggled her up close. As he held her, she relaxed in his arms and just let him love her. I thought, "Oh, to be three again!"

We can learn a lot from children. God has always spoken to me through my two children. And I often see myself in them, especially when things aren't going their way.

Children are so trusting. It's so easy for them when they are young to accept help from the adults they love. But as they get older, they often insist, "I do it myself!" Does that sound familiar?

As adults, we let our pride hinder us from receiving comfort from God. When Katelyn crawled up into Pop-Pooh's lap, she immediately began to be comforted by him. Just as she received comfort from her grandfather for the asking, we can and would receive comfort from God - if we'd only let him. But because of pride, we often kick and struggle and try to do things ourselves. Why do we not admit that we need help or can't manage on our own? Why is it so hard for us? ...we can and would receive comfort from God - if we'd only let him As Katelyn sat in her Pop-Pooh's lap, I longed to be able to be comforted like that. It was as if God said, "You could be comforted, just like that if you'd let me. Just as Katelyn told her Pop-Pooh that she didn't feel good, all you'd have to do is tell me the same, then let me love you. All it would cost you is a little pride."

"Lord, you're right. I don't want to admit that I can't handle things on my own and I don't want anybody to know that. Please help me lose my pride." Just as he promised, God will comfort his children. All it takes is a little asking.

"God, I not feel good."

- Diana Fuqua