One day, when my late husband was drawing closer and closer to death, I was watching him and our son playing in the living room. Our little boy was just shy of three year's old, and he was oblivious to the inevitable future without his daddy.
He is the Loving Father I Run to, When:
I'm weeping either from sorrow, or sadness, or pain, and He wipes away every tear from my eye.
I'm feeling insecure and don't know which way to turn.
I need a touch of His gentle hand on my soul to remind me Who is in control of all things in my life.