Today Tazara got her heal pricked. They squeezed her little foot for
about 15 minutes to get enough blood to fill a tube. I held her tight
stroking her distressed little red cheek. I told her “you'll be
alright baby. Mama's got you. It will be okay. It will be over soon
love...”
Zeke scrapes his knee. I give it a kiss and tell him it will get all
better. But will it? The falls are from higher heights and the
scrapes are deeper.
I wish I could scoop my babies up and keep them from all harm. I wish
I could tell them it will be alright. That they're safe and secure
and I'll take care of them.
But will it? Will it be all better? Will all their pain go away? Will
they be safe and secure and cared for? There's bullying and falling
and crashing and anger and violence and sin and messiness... Try as I
might to shield my children they will still get their fair share of
hurt and heart ache.
Each time I'm upset with a pricked conscious or a scraped heart I
run to Abba and find shelter and refuge and a hiding place under the
shallow of His wings. He cuddles me and tells me it will be alright
and that I'll be all better.... And the wonderful thing is it's
actually true! The words I long to hear when my heart is breaking,
the words I want to tell my children when their tears are streaming
are true when spoken from the Lord Almighty. He will set all things
right. He will wipe away every tear. It will be over soon. He will
fight for and protect his babies! He will make all things new. He
will restore what's broken. He will defeat sin and sickness forever.
I don't know about you but sometimes being a Mama in this crazy big bad scary world freaks me out. His words give hope! They give rest!
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