Growing Pains

God has been working so much. Cleaning, scraping, medicine, and bandaging. It is good, it is necessary, it is wanted. But it hurts. Oh, but I trust Him and love Him. I know that He loves me and loves being with me. He only does is for my good and will be best for me. I wouldn't dare take a step without holding His hand. Though I know at times I run before I think. But He always takes me back into His arms and tends to the wounds I have from running. It is tough struggling with the desire to run and be free and grown up, yet wanting to crawl up into His arms and hear His heart beat and fall asleep to the sound of His voice. I wouldn't be anywhere else. No matter the pain.