lessons...

while i hate for liam to ever get hurt, i noticed the other day that when he does get hurt he immediately calls for me. he looks for me, yells for me, cries for me, runs to me. wherever we are, when that kid gets hurt, he wants his momma. immediately. and only me. no one else will do. now, i don't enjoy or relish in his pain. but i did realize the other day how much it means to me that he knows WHERE to go, whom to turn to when he is hurting or needs comfort. he knows and trusts that his daddy and i will always be there to wipe his tears or bandage a scrape or wipe up the blood. or yes, even deliver him to the ER. he knows without even having to think about it, who to cry out to when he is hurt. it's like a reflex. involuntary reflex. and he trusts that we will be there to respond.

so, of course, i had to do what i always do when i come across these parenting lessons and i parallel it to my relationship with my heavenly Father. i love analogies. it's how i learn.

oh, how it must mean so much to our Father when we immediately and involuntarily turn to him when we are hurting. as quick as the child falls from the swing and hits the ground and tears and screams abound. that kind of quick. no delay.

it made me ask myself, "do i cry out to him like that...that quickly? that trusting?"

or do i wait until i have exhausted all other worldly measures to fix my hurt, or heal my heart and wipe my tears until i finally turn to him?

i want to have liam's-momma-i'm hurt-i need you-lightning fast-mom radar-kind of trust in my heavenly Father....don't you?