It was very interseting to hear how our Sunday morning worship service message about how pain and worship come together. I experienced an example of this weekend. Last night, lil' K was in a lot of pain. He was hollering and screaming at the top of his lungs due to discomfort. Me, being the sometimes unemotional dude, went upstairs to see what was the problem. I encouraged him (better yet, demanded him) to stop the crying and yelling. He was trying to let me how much pain he was really in. I had to change my attitude and get sensitive here. So I went downstairs and fixed him some food. As I was doing this, he was still upstairs hollering. I walk back upstairs, poised this time, only to hear something so soothing. I peaked through the door and saw him sitting with tears raining from his eyes. This is what I heard... "God, please help me. God, pleeease (sniff) make my pain (sniff) go away. Pleeeeeaaasse God, make it go (sniff) away. In Jesus name, Amen."
Expressing what happens to dads everyday...