Sometime babies cry for what seems like no reason at all. The may have clean clothes, a clean diaper, they may be nice and warm, they may be well fed. Yet they just cry. Seemingly inconsolable.

Then along comes their mother, who gently and lovingly picks them up, craddles them and allows them to suckle. All is well and the room that was moments ago rended with miserable sobs is now utterly silent in comparison. All is calm.

Tonight my little baby was clamoring for pascification. His mother was not home, having stepped out to run an errand. Being inadequately equipped to pascify my son in a motherly way, was left only with a pascifier. I offered it to him many times and tried holding him in many different positions. Finally, one combination worked and he finally settled down.

As the calm settled in, I found myself asking my baby what it was that could cause him such anguish and discomfort. As I held his tiny hand and rocked him tenderly I wondered how one so small and with so few cares could find it needful to carry on so boisterously.

As this scenario played out, the thought struck me that perhaps we (adults and such) are also at times in need of some pascification. Perhaps our Heavenly Father often hears our clamoring and complaining. Then, as he holds our hand and lovingly rocks us so gently, asks us, “why does one so small and with so few cares, carry on such as if you had something to worry about?”.

It pascifies me, to think that one so powerful, great, and filled with the concerns of an entire universe actually takes the time to comfort each and every one of us, His children.

How often do we recognize the comfort he gives to us? What truly do we have to worry about when the Master of the Universe is our Father in Heaven?

I know He lives and loves me too. The Spirit whispers this to me and tells me it is true.

I love you Father. Thank you for everything.