I like this word, it takes me back to my childhood. As an 8-year-old boy I was clinically considered hyperactive and hyperkinetic, and I had severe tinnitus. This made it a challenge to fall asleep sometimes. On particularly rough nights my mom was so sweet, to help me fall asleep she would sit on my bed and rub my back with that warm, comforting, soft, gentle hand that only a mom can apply. She would do this for 10-20 minutes sometimes, she would rub slower and slower, then stealthily lift her hand off my back, assuming I was asleep, only to have me say “more.” This would go on for 2-3 more times until I could sense a little impatience in those gentle hands and I would just let her go. Thanks, mom! I love you! Who rubs your back?
As a child of the King, when I reflect on those desperately critical, life-altering times in my life where reality shifts suddenly out of focus, I take great joy and thankfulness in reflecting on how the God of all comfort surrounded and protected me through those times. In some unexplainable way I felt closer to Him than in times of abundance and pleasure. Thank You God for being the Father of all mercies and comfort, for patiently rubbing my back when the cares of the world threatened to overwhelm me.
I love You God. I trust You God. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Thank You God.