“She just whispered, ‘Mommy… why do I feel like this?’  ”

Little Noel is only 4.

She should be outside chasing ʙuттerflies, laughing until her cheeks hurt…
not lying still with heavy eyes and a quiet little heart.

Her tiny fingers clutch her favorite stuffed animals, holding on for comfort
while her mom gently brushes her hair back, checking her forehead again…
wishing—just wishing—she could take the sickness instead.

And in that moment,
Noel doesn’t understand what’s happening to her body.

She just knows she doesn’t feel like herself.

She just wants it to stop.

But her mom stays right there,
soft whispers, warm touch, steady love…
reminding her that she’s not alone.

That she’s safe.
That she’s loved.
That this will pᴀss.

Maybe this is how God shows up sometimes…
not by taking the pain away instantly,
but by placing someone beside us who refuses to leave.

A mother’s love like that…
it feels like a quiet miracle.

If you believe God works through love like this, say Amen.