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The baby of our house is usually steady on his feet.  He's careful, cautious.
Sometimes though he runs too fast and trips over uneven places in the sidewalk.
Little knees scraping the road.
Little Mac immediately sits down, tears pooling in hazel eyes.
He holds the injury up, pointing with tiny fingers.
He is waiting, sitting in the sidewalk for someone to recognize his hurt suffered and kiss the place back to okay.
We kneel down and acknowledge his hurt with a quick kiss and he immediately springs up as if nothing happened.
Everything is better, though the scraped skin is still there.

Mac knows who will comfort him.
His parents and his middle sister, Madelyn.
She always will.
He brings his hurts to her and then sits down infront of her waiting for her to kiss them away.
She's always to be counted on.
She bends her skinny knees down to the ground and lowers to kiss his knees, her glasses sliding down her tiny nose.
And magically, Mac is better. Completely.
We have our people who know what to say, what to do, how to comfort us.
And just like that we feel better despite our hurt.

Sometimes they aren't in our families, they aren't the people who would naturally seem to be the ones to comfort us.
Sometimes they are unexpected comforters that have stepped into our season of despair and chosen to walk beside us.

Hannah Whithall Smith penned her work The God of All Comfort well over one hundred years ago.
This antique book is relevant and life giving today.
She writes, "The true ground for peace and comfort is only to be found in the sort of God we have...
God tells us through all the pages of His Book what He is. "I am," He says, "all that my people need"; "I am their strength"; "I am their wisdom"; "I am their righteousness"; "I am their peace"; "I am their salvation"; "I am their life"; "I am their all in all." This apparently unfinished name, therefore, is the most comforting name the heart of man could devise..."

The God we have is the deeper, closer comfort available to us.
Paul describes these attributes of God in 2 Corinthians 1.
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. "

A God who will lovingly stoop down and kiss our hurts with the level of comfort that can only be found in Him, The Father of Compassion and the God of all Comfort.
All comfort, in any trouble.  No situation outside of His ability to comfort. No exceptions here.
Father of Compassion meaning He is the chief giver of Compassion, the very source and head of compassion itself.

Madelyn & Mac


  1. Such a sweet picture of comforting.....all is okay even though the skinned knee is still there. It just takes that touch, that quick kiss, the acknowledging that it hurt. What a sweet sister Mac has:)

    Visiting from FMF this morning!!

  2. Your little one reminds me of my brother when we were kids, only when he got hurt, he would sprawl out wherever he landed and sob very dramatically. We tease him about that to this day. :)

    Thank you for sharing with us an always-needed reminder that God sees our tears and responds to our cries. I've never read or heard of that book; it's going on my list now. - Marie (

  3. Summer, the words "everything is better, even though the scraped skin is still there" have just gone up on my refrigerator. Just brilliant!

    #1 at FMF this week.

  4. I love thought of God swooping down to kiss our hurts. His creation does that for me, plus music and a good book about Him. It's like a kiss and hug from my Father. Glad I stopped by.

  5. Somer,
    I love it that he knows which sister will comfort him! Your other girls must be too practical (like me!) to offer much sympathy -- but that is helpful too -- they will tell him to brush it off and get back up! :) I also enjoy Hannah Whithall Smith's writings -- she has a remarkably contemporary view reading her today and a poet's heart. Enjoyed this and love to you! xo

  6. Comfort to a child is one of their biggest needs! I love how his sister comforts him, the sweeetest! "Peace and comfort is only found in the sort of God we" this is so true!


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