Yesterday, my daughter was complaining that her finger hurt. Do I chalk it up to a whiny 3-year-old, who just wants a band-aid, just because. . . or was she really hurt?
I kept looking at her finger and telling her she was fine. “Honey, there is no blood…. you don’t need one.”
But the whining didn’t stop….
it kept going…
I finally looked a little closer. Sure enough, she had a tiny splinter stuck in her cute, little pinky finger.
Okay, I go crazy when I see splinters. I just have to get them out. Maybe it is the ‘wanna be nurse’ in me. I immediately brought her up to the bathroom, and the screams followed.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MOMMY, don’t cut it out! This did not phase me. I got out my tweezers,
plopped her placed her gently on my lap, and went for the kill!
I was trying to be gentle, really….
Why is it, that when you are trying to get a splinter out of a toddler’s finger, they suddenly are overcome with HULK-LIKE strength? Her fight and flight response was sure kicking in. But I was determined, and I finally got it out.
In case you think that I am a horrible mommy, I then consoled her, kissed her warm, tear-ridden cheeks, over and over.
It’s all better! Now we can put on a band-aid!
After this whole episode, it got me thinking. Am I like this with God? Do I want to just cover up my splinters of sin, instead of taking the 2 minutes to confess it to my Father and be renewed?
Sometimes I think I can just throw a band-aid on my sin. . . but the pain is still there! It covers it up (from the outside) but my heart is still throbbing with pain. It is a nagging pain. . . until. . .
I come face to face with my Father in Heaven, through prayer and confession of sin. I ask for forgiveness, and I am made new! Just like that, I am healed once again.