Each morning when I go to work, I am greeted by children. It's really a joy to hear their sweet voices as they clamor around to give me a hug. But inevitably, they begin to show me their boo-boos.
"Miss Debbie, look at my boo-boo."
"I fell and now I have a band aid."
"Can you give me a band aid? I think this scratch has blood."
I'm amazed at how many little boo-boos they get and how much they want to show them all to me. :)
Aren't we all a bit like that in one way or another?
We all have stories of brokenness. Sometimes it's easier to keep silent. But other times we feel better if we tell someone about our boo-boos.
In my personal story of brokenness:
- I can talk to others.
- I can bury my hurt.
- I can try to comfort myself.
- I can attempt a quick fix.
- I can become bitter.
Having the opportunity to be greeted by children each day is healing for me. You see I was not able to have children. But the Lord never forgot my desire. He answered my prayer in a way I would never have imagined. It's not a way I may have preferred. But in the midst of my brokenness, I am beginning to heal.
What a Savior! My heart is so thankful.
Blessings and love,