Continuation of devotional thought from 2016
Today we took our little ones for a walk. Gabe had been sick and hadn’t had any fresh air, so he asked if he could ride his scooter. We said yes, and off we went. I hate when my kids are sick. When they are not bouncing around and being themselves. Although, at times I feel a break from the noise is much appreciated, I would rather have them bouncing off the walls, then sick in bed.
So, after a few days being completely inside, we decided to venture out and get some sun. We went on our usual path. A nice rocky path, with a lot of little turns and nice scenery. They were ride along with their scooters, and things were going well. They like to ride a head of us, but not too far. Then, just as my husband and I were getting engrossed in our conversation……IT happened! You know, the SPILL! He had fallen off the scooter onto the gravel path way. We saw it happen, but were not startled because we had been down this road before, literally and figuritively. You know….the kids fall, has a boo boo, wants you to perform surgery at that very moment. They need you to call an ambulance to come and pick them up RIGHT THERE, on the gravel path way. We of course, went to his aid, and the the closer we got to him, the more he cried, the LOUDER he cried.
Being helped up off the ground by his big brother while we are apporaching, he wept like Jacob running from Essa, calling on all the angels of Heaven to come down and deliver him from his affliction. My husband encouraged him to get up, get back on, and as he continued to ride it would feel better. He however, wasn’t convinced it was just that easy. As we tried to examine it, he wouldn’t let any of us touch it or check it out. The closer we got to it, the more he cried, the louder he cried. His resolved was that he was going to be living in that spot of the gravel path for the rest of his life, and there was nothing we could do to change his mind.
I knew then what the issue was. He wanted us to acknowledge his pain, and also admit that we too saw the wounds, the blood on his knew. It wasn’t gushing out, and creating medical scene, but he needed for us to acknowledge it was there. I walked over to him and looked him in his eyes and told him, “Yes, I see why you are in so much pain. It must hurt”. He nodded his head. I also told him that I saw the blood on his knee and that we needed to get home as quickly as possible so that we can clean it and put a band-aid on it so that it doesn’t get infected. “We just have a little further to go, and we need you to press on so I can clean it when we get to the house”, I said. After that conversation, he hopped on his scooter, a little reluctant, but he pressed on.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t always behave so calm or caring with my children when they get a boo boo. I hate to admit it, but it is true. Sometimes I am very callous and tend to over look their moment of pain because it doesn’t seem like such a huge moment for me. I see the boo boo and I think, “get up, it’s not so bad”, or “It doesn’t look that bad”. When in fact, there is nothing further from the truth. I’ve learned over time that Yes, the injury perhaps isn’t that bad. We don’t need to call 911, or perhaps we don’t need stitches, or a tunicates. But, the injury to my 6 year old is very real, and the pain is very real, and the blood that he sees on his knee is very real. For those around him to act as if it doesn’t exist and his pain doesn’t matter, was creating a vision of those around him that simply don’t care if he hurts.
Children are not much different from adults. In fact, adults are just big children who can vote, lol. There are those around us who, though we see them, are going through life and experiencing pain that perhaps we don’t perceive as being so bad. Or perhaps we see people going through things that we can see they caused themselves. We can be with them, walking with them through life, and never show one bit of concern, or simply choose to not show any sympathy or mercy, because our experience doesn’t match, or we just don’t understand. All my son wanted was for us to be acknowledged, he wanted us to stop what we were doing and just come and be with him, let him cry, and let him express his pain to us. Then, he wanted us to not only listen, but acknowledge that we see the blood.
Blood gives life to every person who lives on the face of this planet. Without the blood, we would not have life. No organ could function in our body, if no blood flowed through. When blood is shed, it is serious, and no matter how great or small, if that blood continues to flow out of the system, it can eventually kill us. No matter how tinny the cut, if infected, it can cause serious problems. When we see blood, we stop and acknowledge it’s presence and we know that it must be taken care of.
Christ blood was shed on Calvary for every one of us. We must acknowledge its presence in our lives. If we don’t, we will become infected and die without respecting that it’s here. Even if someone’s situation is self-inflicted, or over exaggerated, we must know that God died for that individual and deserves to be heard. Perhaps we don’t understand their pain, perspective or story. But, we do know what it’s like to be in need of someone to step in and HELP US, to BE HEARD, and not be OVERLOOKED!
Today, don’t ignore the cries of those around you. Instead of assuming that the issue isn’t that deep, or perhaps there doesn’t seem to be enough blood shed. Know that each one of God’s children, was worth the blood he shed, therefore they are worth our attention and time. Even if it is simply to say a pray with and for them….because they need to know that they R LOVED <3.
Genesis 4:9-10, “And the Lord said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: Am I my brother’s keeper? And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother’s blood crieth unto me from the ground.“
Hebrews 9:22, “And almost all things are by the law purged with blood; and without shedding of blood is no remission.“