My son was playing when he fell and landed on one of his toys which hurt him.
He started whimpering as he climbed up on the sofa next to his mother. He laid on his back, pulled his legs up and said, “Mommy, kiss my butt.” Yes. We had taught him when he gets a boo-boo mommy and daddy can kiss it and make it all better.
Last Friday morning I read an email from my daughter. Her pain was so great I could feel it leap from the phone and into my heart. I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms, kiss her cheek and tell her, “It will be okay.” When our children become young adults it seems as if their boo-boos cut deeper, and hurt worse than when they were toddlers. Because we are separated by many miles I couldn’t be there in person to hold her in my arms, but my concern for her and the situation is there none-the-less.
Jesus sees our struggles, our pain, our hurts, and even our boo-boos. Hebrews 5:2 says, “(Jesus) should be able to deal gently with their failings, since he knows what it’s like from his own experience.” Hebrews 5:8 “Though he was God’s Son, he learned trusting-obedience by what he suffered, just as we do.” (MSG)
We can go to Jesus at any time with anything, but definitely turn to him when you get hurt. Turning to anything, or anyone else just isn’t the same. Jesus knows how to guide you, heal you, or teach you to make it all better.

I realized, “I’m hungry!” I proceeded into the kitchen to make breakfast when I became aware, “I had run out of bread”. I hate that feeling of realization when you are all set to do something and you don’t have what you need to do it, and you have to go get it. This morning’s alternative was to cook cheeseburgers, (which I almost did) or go hungry, so I went to the store. Even if I had made the cheeseburgers I would still be out of bread.
ord, “God I love you so much. I will do anything you ask me to. I will go anywhere in your name. God I’ll even go to Iraq if you want me to.” But God said, “I want you to go next door and speak to your neighbor. Maybe you don’t think they care about me, but you don’t know their heart like I do”
e a blog about contentment. This past week I had the hardest time remaining content! Every morning I would wake, and get mad because I’m not getting to live the life I really want to. I felt bad about this, because I just wrote in my blog how important it is to be content with the life you have.
de. He spoke to the Woman: “Do I understand that God told you not to eat from any tree in the garden?”
