For some reason at bedtime my living room turns into a triage unit similar to an Emergency Room. All of a sudden every child has a wound or an ailment. I, in turn, become a triage nurse inspecting, diagnosing and dispensing the appropriate cure. “Tummy” medicine, “leg” medicine, and bandaids stay at the ready for bedtime.
I have no idea why these things suddenly bother them as soon as their heads hit their pillows. Maybe that is when they finally slow down enough to become aware of their bodies, or maybe it is a last ditch effort to avoid going to sleep! Whatever the reasons, it does become rather irritating to have them continually parade back through after they are supposed to be in bed.
I really could learn something from my kids in this though. Most of the time I don’t bring my little hurts to God. I try to tough it out, or figure it out on my own. I don’t know why I don’t think He cares about my nicks and cuts, but it seems like I have to be gushing from a main artery before I’ll drag myself to Him and ask for help.
God loves to hear from us all the time. I am so thankful that He is much more patient with me than I tend to be with my children at 8:00 in the evening. He doesn’t care what time it is, and He never has anything more important going on. He is ready and willing to listen to all our pains, no matter how small. In fact, maybe if I brought my hurts to Him when they were still little they wouldn’t grow into large hurts.
I am going to begin doing this before I go to bed. Instead of laying down and allowing all the events of the day to swirl through my head, I am going to take them to Jesus and let Him put some healing balm on them. Will you join me in this? I pray that as we learn to lay our pain at Jesus’ feet, He will increase our peace, and out of that will flow patience and grace for others and their hurts.
“Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.” I Peter 5:7
“On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night. Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.” Psalm 63:6-8
This is very sweet! Plus, I love your Hello Kitty band aids. ❤️
Hello Kitty makes everything better!
This is so true. Every single night at least one, many times more than one child needs a bandaid, ointment or pain medication. I’ve always wondered if it was worse because I’m a nurse and am somehow more easily persuaded to give into their ailments. It’s good to know I’m not the only triage nurse at 8pm;)
Also I will join you in bringing my ailments and burdens to God each night. He is always near to soothe and comfort me and shoulder my burdens. This brings such peace, it may help me sleep better.