Today I had a conversation with a child that made the whole experience worth being exposed to and catching what feels like the plague. Yes, I'm sick with what is probably a summer cold, and I don't like it. It has derailed my Fourth of July plans. And I can't breathe. Which makes me a little grumpy. Would someone please bring me the largest bottle of NyQuil legally sold? I. Need. Sleep.
Back to the conversation with this child... The entire conversation was pretty long and complicated, and I won't share it here. The short story is that I was able to offer the child some reassurance that God still loves him no matter what. He needed to hear it, and, honestly, it never hurts me to hear it either.
People will always disappoint us. Our feelings get hurt. Things don't go as planned. The Lord still moves and still loves.