You may already know about my hand injury on Good Friday…
A stupid, truly stupid decision wreaked havoc on the day … but silly, stupid decisions like stabbing a can with a steak knife, occasionally have less that optimal results. Silly, stupid decisions occasionally cause a trip to Urgent Care. That’s just life.
Laying there in Urgent Care as the doctor stuck a needle in the wound to numb it, I covered my eyes with my good hand trying to be a brave 52 year old. He… the doctor, had just finished telling me that I had most likely severed one or more of my digital nerves and may need hand surgery. I tried to hold back the tears. I tried not to feel the needle. I tried not to think about permanent damage to my hand. But it was no use.
So right there under harsh lights with the doctor on one side of me and The Husband on the other, I silently ran to my Father God. “Father, did you see what I did? I’m so stupid…I’m sorry…I’m…”
And right there as a sob escaped I felt His arms wrap around me and pull me close.
I was a small child hurting but safe in my Father’s arms.
It’s what He wants us to be, I think.
After all, we’re instructed to pray…
That prayer could have started with : Holy God…which would have been true. But He told us to open that prayer with : “My Father”…
I will forever remember this past Good Friday.
Not because I did something stupid and hurt my hand.
But I will forever and a day remember how my Father took me in His arms when I was hurting.
He is so tender sweet ones…if you’re hurting today, I pray you find a moment to run to Him and feel His embrace.