Our Da-Da, who art in heaven...

My (almost 9) month old son is sick with a respiratory infection and I'm at home taking care of him. Poor fella is so pitiful at times, but always manages a sweet little smile from time to time letting me know he loves his Da-Da. I know he will be well soon and all will be fine, but he doesn't understand that. At times like this, I am reminded of how our Heavenly Da-Da takes care of us when we're not feeling well, whether it be physically OR otherwise. We tend to kick, cry, and scream our complaints. As Christians, we should also remember to do like my littlest boy; amidst the kicking, crying, and screaming, stretch out our arms and manage a smile for our Heavenly Da-Da. He knows we will be well soon and all will be fine. He's home with all of us everyday, changing our diapers and wiping our noses.