My sweet daughter-in-law sends this picture with a note, “Daddy makes it better.”
I sigh and tears well.

Because my beautiful grandboy reminds me on the mornings when the pain is hard and the unknown feels too much, I have a Father more than willing to hold me close and let me hide my face in the crook of his neck.

It’s true.

Abba’s embrace makes it better.

I will never forget this awful time,
    as I grieve over my loss.
Yet I still dare to hope
    when I remember this:

The faithful love of the Lord never ends!
    His mercies never cease.
Great is his faithfulness;
    his mercies begin afresh each morning.
_{Lamentations 3:20-23 NLT}