Since I have been spending time on message boards and blogging, I have encountered so many women asking or venting about how angry they are at God for letting them miscarry or taking their baby.  I know God seems like the one who could have prevented it, but as I laid in bed last night unable to sleep, I started thinking about God and pain. 

I ask that if you don't yet have a child that you envision yourself with your future child for this post.  When that baby is born you suddenly can't imagine life without them.  You knew that that child is meant for you, and  designed perfectly for you.  In the first days of that child's life, you feel that immense powerful kind of love that just envelops every peice of your heart, mind, body, and soul.  You spend every possible moment of your life protecting that child.  You do whatever it takes to make sure that your child will grow into a responsible, healthy, faithful adult. 

That immense love is the same love that God feels for us.  He loves us so much.  He will do whatever it takes to raise all of His children to be responsible, healthy, faithful adults.  Right?  So why is it that when we are hurting so badly, we want to turn our backs on God and blame him for the bumps and bruises we get in our lives. 

Let's think back to our child.  What does a child do when they fall down and scrape their knee?  Do they get angry at their mothers or fathers?  No.  They reach their arms out to the ones that love them the most and seek comforting hugs and kisses.  They want their parent to make the hurt go away and they trust their parent will do just that.  They don't think that their mommy has stopped loving them because they hit their head on a table.  They don't think their daddy is evil or hateful because they scraped their elbow learning to ride a bike. 

As a parent, we certainly know how badly we hurt when our child hurts.  When they cry, we sometimes ache so badly for them that we have to blink back our own tears.  While we could probably prevent our child from ever getting hurt, we would limit their ability to learn about, live in, and experience their world.  They would never be able to make a new friend on a playground.  They would never be able to go for a walk outside to see all of the butterflies.  While we risk a boo-boo here and there the overall benefits far outweigh the risks.

God does the same for us.  He allows us to experience the world.  That isn't without risk of a bump or a scrape along the way.  Maybe even a heartache or utter devastation.  But instead of turning and running away from God we should remember that we are God's children and that if we reach out for Him to comfort us, to make even the deepest of wounds feel better, He is sure to do it. 

When our child falls off of a swing and those tears well up in their eyes, imagine how painful it would be if your child balled up their fists and ran screaming into the arms of a stranger.  That is what we are doing to our Father when we turn away from Him and run straight into the arms of Satan for comfort.  

God is our Father!