The arms of God

Years ago I used to cry out to God to hold me in his arms. I am unsure now why I needed Gods arms around me but I struggled and told God that I knew He was big but that in my mind the only thing God could not do was to reach down and hold me with His arms. Tonight As I lay crying in our bed Rick held me tight and refuse to let me go. The pain that seems to go through every pore of my body is so deep that I can only compare it to a Tsunami. It starts inside my head, thinking about my dear Cryssy and how beautiful she is (oh I guess was might be the right term.)Then it goes to my heart and like the plates under ocean slowly moving apart the pain pours from between the cracks. As a result the tears flow like rivers and the body quakes without control. As I sat up to try and breathe I grab what I can find to hold on to in hopes of not falling apart only to find the arms already wrapped around me holding me with a grip that can only be described as GOD. I know without a shadow of a doubt that God loves me even in the midst of pain I feel of having to bury my oldest daughter. God showed me that he is and always has been holding me when the pain is great. But because he loves me so much he gave me a man named Rick Gates to be His arms. So that in a time of the greatest pain I have ever felt I could feel God. Now some might say that if I had faith I could feel God's arms. But My God knows me and He knew that I was going to need this man to hold me together.

Cryssy I LOVE YOU
Rick Thank you for loving me! I could not do this without you.
God Thank you for loving me so much that I have been blessed to have been a part of a bigger world than what my fingers can touch.