The Robe...

The other day while sitting in church I heard the phrase, 
"The Warmth of the Robe".
Now to some people that phrase might seem like nothing but a few words in a sentence but to others
 like a warm summer sun after a long winter's night

                 For me it was the latter, it brought comfort to my spirit

While I sat in that red church pew, feeling half present, absent in thought and overwhelmed by what tomorrow held for my life, some simple words made me feel better.

I needed a fathers love to bring me peace~

Peace is what came to me on a Sunday morning, not by the mornings sermon or any testimony but by the last five words at the end of sentence

 When I heard them I was reminded of the simplicity of Gods love for me, for us all ~

                the vision of the fathers robe as he walks past us in a crowd and the warmth of his presence remaining long after he has passed by

I know he loves me and no matter what happens he has me, he will continue to keep me close enough to always feel the warmth of his robe even when I am at the coldest moments of my life...