This is the story of a baby who needed to be held by her momma. It’s worth reading the whole thing. I considered excerpting part of it, but it wouldn’t do the story justice. So go read the whole thing.
The comfort of arms around me, whether the physical arms of a friend or family member, a listening ear on the phone with encouragement, or the unseen but real arms of the Comforter is powerful. It’s harder to run in circles when I’m being held.
I’m thankful that even though my “light afflictions” are much lighter than Paul’s or a host of other people around the world, God is so faithful to provide comfort.