Stephen Anthony Ray

Well, I’m as sick as a dog right now. I can remember whenever I was a child and got sick and my mom would stay home from work to take care of me. Some things never change. I got sick today at work and she keeps calling, checking on her baby, making sure I’m staying in bed and eating chicken noodle soup. It’s almost as though she delights in my being sick because she can really love on me. Of course, it sounds ludicrous. In fact, kind of creepy. But, is it really? After all, doesn’t God himself delight in our weaknesses so that he can be strong, lavishing his love and comfort on us? Thanks, Mom, for being like God.

SRay