Blessed
are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted
I
remembered getting lost as a small child, crying uncontrollably (into
oblivion); and then being found by my mother who enveloped me in the
softness of her arms and her voice.
The
best of all experiences was being found by the one who loved me so
very much.
The
worst thing about bad things happening to me as an adult is having to
endure the efforts of others to comfort me--unless that person is my
wife, or my sister, or one of my grown children.
If
comfort comes from one who deeply loves me, comfort is the best of
all experiences.
And
He shall wipe away every tear
LR
LR
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