Curls tumbling. Skirts flying. A skinned knee.
Doesn’t she know how little that hurt is? Life will bring with it many falls and much pain. But we get up and try again.
A tear splashed onto the bleeding knee now.
I want to cry, too. Not for skinned knees, but for mothers who have cancer. For dreams that don’t come true. For babies who die too early. And hopes that get dashed when barely begun.
She holds out her little hand. It is scratched and bleeding too.
Some days my heart feels like that. Raw and painful. And I don’t want anybody to touch it.
A band-aid covers it now. The salve is doing its work on her little skinned-up knee.
I wait quietly in the shadows as I feel the healing power of a gentle Hand. His grace covers my bleeding heart, while the power of His blood goes to work in my soul.
A smile is coming. Tomorrow is another new day. She may fall again, but she will be okay.
Whatever another day holds, whatever the pain it brings, my spirit has a calm assurance.
For I know the Healer.