Getting Shots

Yesterday, I had to take Hannah to the pediatrician for her two month shots. I was dreading the whole ordeal from the moment I got out of bed. But the moment finally came when the doctor asked me to hold my daughter's hands, to keep them out of the way and he gave her five shots! Ouch! Boy did she scream, but when it was over, I distracted her with a pacifier and she calmed right down. I wonder if in her little mind she wondered why I let her experience that pain. I know that it will be years before she understands that I allowed the pain to keep her from sickness or even death. But as I was driving home, I was reminded of my Heavenly Father and how he lets me go through things that hurt too. And I can picture him holding both my hands all the way through, so that I know I'm never alone. Romans 8:28 is one of my favorite verses: "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them that are called according to His purpose." This verse comforts me--even when I do not know why my circumstances hurt so much, God is there to walk me through it and it is for my own good. So just like Hannah has someone who loves her enough to let her suffer pain at times, I have an awesome God who loves me and will always do what's best for me. Somehow it makes the pain hurt a little less.