Musings

I’ve got a boo-boo

Do you remember when you were little and playing to your hearts content; with blocks, with dolls, outside with sticks and stones, or all of the above and you got hurt? Perhaps a stick poked you when you leaned over something, a plastic brick you didn’t realize was there decided to dig into the sole of your foot when you stood up, or maybe you got pinched when trying to fit a tiny plastic shoe onto a rigid foot of a doll?

No matter how you were hurt, you had a boo-boo and wanted someone to help you feel better, right? I would typically seek out my mom to gain comfort. She’d acknowledge my hurt, check for any cuts or serious hurt and she’d cuddle me and tell me that everything would be okay. After a few moments of snuggles I would usually be on my way. A more serious hurt might take a few more snuggles and gentle nudging from her for me to get back to playing, but away I would go to play until the next boo-boo happened.

When I was searching for answers about this guy named Jesus I kept hearing about this other person called “Heavenly Father” and I didn’t quite understand the importance of Him in my fledgling state of Christianity, but I started to learn that God calls those of us who are followers of Christ, His children.

“Look at how great a love the Father has given us that we should be called God’s children. And we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it didn’t know Him.”

1 John 3:1 (HCSB)

Which helped me connect that God wants us to come to Him when we have boo-boos. They can be minor; a slight at work, someone taking your favorite parking spot in your apartment parking lot, or getting a paper cut looking through the mail. Those all hurt in different ways, but a quick kind word and maybe a bandaid and all is well. Sometimes the hurts can be bigger too; getting a diagnosis no one wanted, or instead of getting promoted, you’re getting demoted at work, or making a hard choice and choosing to step away from a relationship because it isn’t in a healthy spot. God wants us to come to Him with those types of hurts too.

He doesn’t want us to suffer. He wants us to go to Him when we’re hurt, so He can acknowledge our pain and bind up our hurts so we can begin to heal. He doesn’t want us to suffer in silence either. He wants to hear from us; with the big things, the little things and the things that make us wonder if He’s even around.

It might seem odd to pray to God, because it might feel like no one is there and you’re doing a really odd monologue. Trust me, He’s listening. If talking outloud when you pray is too weird for you, try journaling. It’s a way to share your feelings AND keep record of the good, the bad and the unexpected in your life. It’s kinda fun to go back every once in a while and reread those prayers and remember how God met them or handled them. It can show God’s faithfulness to, you, His child and be a part of your story to maybe share with others when they’re in a hard spot from a boo-boo they’ve gotten.

“But to all who did receive Him, He gave them the right to be children of God, to those who believe in His name (…)”

John 1:12 HCSB

Daughter of the Most High God. Well cared for and appreciated wife of an amazing man. Female, Christian, mother of an adorable & imaginative son, sweet & feisty daughter and a furry house pony, type 1 diabetic, slightly geeky, married to a most wonderful man who treats me like a queen, youngest of three, created in the 80's, lover of Christ; history and languages, animal lover, outspoken, caring and just down right cool. ;-)

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