At one church there was a little boy who was born with a severe handicap that would cause him to go into very violent seizures without any warning. The father would usually be the one holding their son during worship services, and on one particular occasion when the little guy started into a seizure, the father got up and with a strong yet gentle love carried the boy to the back of the sanctuary where he held him close to his chest and rocked him, whispered to him, and did all he could to help his son through. There was no hint of embarrassment or frustration in that father's face—only love for his hurting son. That's how God speaks to us and in so many words says, "That's just the way I love you through your imperfections. I'm not embarrassed to have people know that you are my son." It's in our times of greatest frustration that the Father draws us close and weathers the storm with us. How good it is that with all of our faults we have a Savior who is "not ashamed to call us brothers." That's love!