As a mom of two preschoolers, two things I think about the most of anything is my children’s safety and their eternal life. One I can do something about and one I can only point them in the right direction.
Its funny, this week my 4 year old had 5 shots and 1 toe prick to draw some blood. All routine for a 4 yo check up. As I was holding his arms across his chest as they were sticking the needles in his thighs, I watched him scream over and over again. I didn’t feel like I was providing much safety for him. And after the pricks were over, he was calling for Daddy – all he wanted to do was go see Daddy. To have Daddy hold him.
Now, if something happens when Daddy is around, then he calls out for me. So the kid can’t make up his mind.
And now thinking back, I think of me, holding his arms down, covering his face to he couldn’t see the needles being put into his legs, closing my eyes in tears as he screamed, wondering if he would ever trust me again.
Isn’t that often how God is. We are safely in his arms. Being held in the palms of his hands, nothing can take us out of his grip. But, how often does his face cover our screams? How often do you think that God cries and longs for our hearts when we are hurting?
On this earth, I think we are to be “little Christs”. So, we are to be Jesus with skin on. Being hospitable to people may be holding them in their pain, letting them cry, catching their tears. My husband often does this. And I think of the safety I feel in his arms. And it makes me long for the Savior – who will never hurt me but was hurt for me. So that I may rest secure in Him.
Quote taken from a new book by Lavon Gray (thanks New Hope Publishers) Tuning Your Heart to Worship