My less then one year old niece needed to go down to sleep so my brother tucked her into her playpen that was in my room but I needed to go in and grab something. She was still crying so I knew I wouldn't disturb her too much when I slipped in. She had pulled herself up and was standing against the side of the playpen, sobbing. When I walked by she reached out for me, wanting me to pick her up. I knew if I took her out she wouldn't go to sleep, in my head I knew that if I let her cry for a while she would lie down and get the sleep she desperately needed so I had to walk but it hurt and it that moment I caught a glimmer of how God must feel every time we go through pain.
He knows that what we're going through right will lead to what's best for us but as we cry out, His heart hurts, as we falls He keeps us from stumbling too far and as we lie down, ready to give up, He sustains us.
Maybe God picks us up and cradles us, rocks us in His arms like a mother with her baby and waits for us to go to sleep but in our pain we don't sense that. Or maybe like with my niece He stays close by, watching over us, waiting for us to surrender to His plan as I was waiting for her to surrender to sleep, because He knows that His plan is what's best for us.
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