A mother cheers for her son as he plays in a childrens football match. It's a cold, wet, miserable day, and he's having a tough time. He keeps slipping over, missing passes and getting fouled by other players. The match is being won, but the boy loses heart, occasionally glancing longing looks at his mother as if all he wants to do is stop playing and run into her arms.
Watching her son so upset breaks the Mother's heart. She gives him words of encouragement, advice, and support, but her son is barely holding in the tears.
As much as she'd like to run onto the pitch and stop the game, the Mother stays at the sidelines. She knows that after this short match is over and her son returns to her, she's going to scoop him up in her arms, hug him with all her might and take him back to their warm, safe, loving home to rest.
"Even the most awful, tortuous life will feel like a night in a bad hotel when we return to the company of God for eternity"
Watching her son so upset breaks the Mother's heart. She gives him words of encouragement, advice, and support, but her son is barely holding in the tears.
As much as she'd like to run onto the pitch and stop the game, the Mother stays at the sidelines. She knows that after this short match is over and her son returns to her, she's going to scoop him up in her arms, hug him with all her might and take him back to their warm, safe, loving home to rest.
"Even the most awful, tortuous life will feel like a night in a bad hotel when we return to the company of God for eternity"
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