My friend entrusted me with the privilege of holding her precious, four-day-old daughter. Not long after I took the baby into my arms, she started to fuss. I hugged her closer, my cheek pressed against her head, and began to sway and hum in a gentle rhythm to soothe her. Despite these earnest attempts, and my decade and a half…
As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you. Isaiah 66:13
Source: Cradled in Comfort | Our Daily Bread