My daughter Addison has the most loving and giving heart of any child I know. She is always thinking of others and just has a gentle spirit about her that I can't even begin to explain. Tonite was no different...
The kids had both begged for a piece of candy before bed and Tim finally relented and told them they could each have one piece. (Now I am not sure how candy is stored at your house, but we keep ours in a ceramic container on our kitchen counter out of direct reach of the kids.) After both kids chose their treasure, Micah was placing the jar back in it's rightful place when it slipped out of his hands and went crashing to the floor, shattering the lid into hundreds on tiny shards. As I was cleaning up, I cut my finger on a small sliver that was seemingly innocent. I yelped in pain and and was startled to see a spot of blood appear. It wasn't that bad so I brushed it off on a napkin and continued cleaning the mess. Unbeknownst to me, Addison had disappeared upstairs (to go get me a band aid). Being that she can't reach them she got a stool to boost herself to balance on the towel rack to reach into the cabinet. Well... in the process she got her arm stuck in the towel rack and was stuck on her tip toes clinging with all her might. Micah came running down to alert us and Tim ran up and got her unstuck and tried to piece together what had just occurred. It was only then he realized she had went to get me a band aid to soothe my pain. Tim sent her downstairs and through her sobs she told me all she wanted to do was make me feel better. She proceeded to give me my band aid (a Thomas one... lucky me) and kiss my wound. Seriously. Broke. My. Heart. She stopped everything else to take my pain upon herself and did what she knew would help the pain go away. She got me something to cover the pain and then covered the pain in love.
As I have now had time to sit and think about all that occurred, I started thinking about the upcoming Holy Week and how Jesus did everything he knew how to to cover our hurt and pain. He not only covered our wounds but took them upon himself and then covered us in love so that we would not have to continue to live in the darkness that was overtaking our life. He knew that there was bound to be pain for himself but he didn't let that stop him from ultimately giving everything to heal our brokenness. It is so hard for me to process and fully grasp all that He gave but then when I see the little eyes of my child looking into mine with tears streaming down her face as she offers out all that she can give, I see the face of Jesus and allow His love to pour through and fill my heart once again.
Revelation 21: 4: 4He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain..."
