He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
I needed to know in the deepest recesses of my heart that He is there. That He knows my heart is hurting and is fearful...and that He cares.
You see, it reminded me that it is all too easy to sit in our pain. To wallow in our grief, our anger, our confusion on why what happened, happened.
One memory comes to mind all the time...one that seems to demonstrate how inadequate I feel as a mom.
Holding that bottle of milk as the child feeds and looking at the child with so much love in her eyes that I wonder when I will see the tears of joy begin to flow from her eyes.