Cause for Alarm
One early morning last week, I was dressing my son and discovered an unusual bruise. It was unusual enough to cause a bit of worry. And so, after calling the doctor and waiting for a return call, I conducted a quick Google search (not recommended for mothers who could tend towards overreacting). A few very scary descriptions later, I was thankful to hear my phone buzzing with a call from the nurse. She wasn’t alarmed and after a few days of watching the bruise diminish, my concerns are now fairly gone as well.
But, between the moments of discovering the mark and hearing that things will most likely be fine, I found myself filled with an amazingly high level of fear, love and hurt. Imagining the worst, my world seemed to stop for about an hour as I considered what it would be like to lose one of my little ones.
Unfortunately, I know many of you have felt this pain, only to not be comforted by a quick call from the nurse, but to face the dark days of losing a child or watching your child through times of pain or distress.
Our Father in Heaven
Looking back on this event and others that have stirred up such extreme emotion, I’m reminded of the fact that God instructed us to call on Him as, ‘Father.’ And to consider the fact that as our Dad, He not only sees and cares for our physical struggles but most importantly for the fatal spiritual sickness from which we all suffer. If a small bruise can cause such alarm in me, how much more has our sin and death sentence kept God’s eyes watching us through long and dark nights.
This day, as I hold my little ones tight and thank God for their health TODAY, I’m thankful for God’s cure for sin’s deathly grip and asking that I be awakened to long as intently for my children’s spiritual health as I do, in fearful moments, for their physical well-being.
HOW DEEP THE FATHER’S LOVE FOR US
How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I knoww that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom