Tuesday, May 19, 2009

He Watched

My four year old, Cody, had his wellness checkup with the doctor today. He had to have a vision screening, hearing screening, finger prick for blood work, and four shots . He did great up until it was time for the needles. Round one was the finger prick. He began to whimper. Round two was the first set of shots. He screamed so loud and so high that I'm quite sure every dog within a 5 mile radius started barking. And then came round three, the second set of shots. I still can't hear anything out of my right ear.

It's times like these when being a Mom is tough. 

Like most parents, when my children were born I vowed to protect them from danger. For my husband and I, this meant having them vaccinated. While I realize this route is not for everyone, it was the best choice for our family. However, having to physically restrain my child while someone jabs sharp objects into him goes against EVERY FIBER of my being. When I say EVERY FIBER, I mean I literally had to remind myself not to punch the nurse in the face!

Driving home from the doctor's office, I looked into my rearview mirror at my little boy, eyes still red from crying. It struck me that the way I was feeling must have paled in comparison to what God felt when He sent His only Son to die for the sins of the world. 

He watched as the crowds shouted at Him (Mark 15:13-14).

He watched as the soldiers beat Him (Mark 15:15) and forced a crown of thorns onto His head (Mark 15:17)

He watched as His only Son breathed His last breath (Mark 15:37).

For you.

For me.

The next time you wipe a tear from your child's cheek or kiss away the pain - remember that you have a Heavenly Father who loves you so much...that He watched.

1 comment:

  1. Isn't it amazing? God's hearache, just for little ole sinner me. Breaks my heart.