When I say he threw up, I mean he threw up a lot.
It wasn't a nice throw up either.
It was accompanied by a heart breaking cry.
It was a moment when I had the choice to pick up my crying, throw up covered baby or clean myself first.
I knew that Ami needed to be comforted.
I mean I would need comforting if that much throw up just came out of me.
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It got me thinking.
How many times has God looked at me.
Covered in my own mess.
Crying my eyes out.
Just longing to be comforted.
How often has this happened?
And just like that He would pick me up.
Comfort me.
Clean me up.
Give me rest.
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I picked up Ami, held him close and thought about just how much throw up was around.
But actually He is my son.
As I am a son.
I comfort him, the way that I know how to comfort.
I do as I have been taught.
God holds me close.
He comforts me when I need comforting.
When I think I have just to many bad things, I am to dirty to be loved.
He cleans me up.
God Loves Me.
Through all the throw up, all the bad.
He Loves Me.
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