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Make It Stop!!!

Make It Stop!!!!

He held me so tightly with misty eyes
and gave me a stare that pulled my heartstrings.
A tiny tear escaped and ran down his cheeks
make this stop mummy
It hurts so much....

He wailed as his little 4year old frame which was covered with widespread blisters( that were characteristic of chicken pox) itched.
Mummy Can you make it go away He pleaded, Give me more medicine just make it stop!!!

I was plagued with exhaustion and a lack of sleep and as He suffered, I suffered too.
I wish I could make it stop
Make the pain and discomfort go away
It hurt me to see him hurt but then I knew in a few days that it was going to be ok.

And  then a picture began to form before my eyes..
Of all the times I have had to go through  painful, uncomfortable and distressing situations in my life.
I had whined,cried,grumbled and complained.
I said those same words to God in so many different ways..
Make it stop lord, Make this pain go..this emptiness, this hurt..

I remembered the countless times I wondered why a God who loved me would allow me go through seemingly painful experiences.
How could He stand by and watch me go through lack,pain,failure,disappointment,delay you name it.

 He was Almighty God, I knew He could stop it if He wanted to but why would He stay silent, do nothing yet urge me to bear it..Comfort me as I go through it and wipe my tears as they fall but do nothing to stop it..

Here I was cooing and holding my baby boy
Encouraging him to be strong and telling him that He would be ok in a few days, reminding him that His sister had chicken pox a few weeks ago and now she is all fine So he would be fine too. I knew it
wasn’t going to kill him..
I knew that it would pass..
It was for his own good...
Though it hurt..it was going to make him immune and strong so he wouldn’t get chicken pox again.

I could hear God speaking as I held him close.
I am with you Child.
Whatever it is you are going through
I am with you...
Holding you, kissing you, wiping your tears and holding your hands through it..
It would not Kill you.
You would be fine, trust me
Do not despair...Hang in there..

I hope these words encourage you today
As you find hope and courage to face your day. Whatever it is that you are facing
It is well. This too shall pass.
Stay Encouraged.

1 Pet 5:10TPT
And then, after your brief suffering, the God of all loving grace, who has called you to share in his eternal glory in Christ, will personally and powerfully restore you and make you stronger than ever. Yes, he will set you firmly in place and build you up.

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Comments

Efua said…
I'm at work whilst reading this and have to fight back the tears. This is very timely darling. A great reminder that God truly is with us through it all even if we don't feel it.
4 September 2018 at 08:49
Stella Agwor said…
He is with us..always..especially when we can feel him close.God help us to trust him daily.
4 September 2018 at 09:00
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