She’d just clipped the corner of the coffee table and had slowed down long enough to find me.
What she didn’t know, was that I had seen the whole thing. Seen the chase, the excitement, the scrape against the table.
I hug her and in the best way a two year old knows how, she told me her story. ‘He chasin’, I fall, table bit me, mommy.’ I hug her tight, asking if she’s ok.
It dawns on me that despite the fact I saw it all and know what happened, she still wants to tell me in detail what happened and how she was hurt.
I am like this with Jesus.
He saw it all, but I still find myself wanting to tell Him the whole story, how it happened, and how I was hurt. His Word says to ‘cast our cares on Him.’ I hope that be listening and providing a chance for my kids to cast their cares and tell their story to me, ultimately teaches them to the do the same to the Father. I hope through my example that they will know He is the ultimate Healer-of scrapes, but also the heart-Provider of all things, meeting our needs before we are even aware of them.
I see in her desperation to tell her story my own determination to be heard, to tell my story.
What is the story you are telling?