The screech was ear piercing, and my limbs were too slow to react to what I saw. Little limbs flew over handlebars, and skidded to a stop on the concrete. Tears streamed and knees bled. I scooped my baby up to the tune of my quickly abandoned bike crashing to the ground. My breath paused waiting for her to catch hers.
Against my incessant warnings and her better judgement, little Lo continued to ride her purple banana-seat bike with her feet up in the air. Though she faithfully wears a helmet, it couldn’t protect her from the overflow of boo-boo’s she survived this summer from peddling standing-up to keep up with the big kids.
“It’s OK, “ I reassure her, “You’re Ok… I love you …Mommy’s got you.”
It’s infuriating to watch preventable accidents reoccur, yet we rush to the rescue every time.
When we’re little, a Mommy hug and a bandaid …or a hot pink cast signed my all of our friends, encourages the hope of healing and the chance to ride again. In the grown up world, scars scale beyond bloody knees and broken bones. The adult audience does not wait in angst to sign our hurts with a Sharpie. Only God’s truth is powerful enough to bind wounds completely and foster new growth from our scars.
Redemption– the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil. The action of regaining or gaining possession of something in exchange for payment, or clearing a debt.
We often associate recovery with miraculous healing, but we see is a fraction of God’s omnipotence. Everyday battles are won on our account by our good Father.
Children, regardless of age, innately want to please their parents. Simon, in Luke 5:8-10, says,
“I can’t take this, Lord. I’m a sinful man. You shouldn’t be around the likes of me.”
It’s hard to look at fresh bruises without feeling a little ashamed.
Do we realize that’s normal?
Ephesians 2:3reminds us that we are all guilty. Yet, in such a cycle of imperfect and repetitious behavior…through Christ …we are still redeemed.
Return-come or go back to a place or person. Give, put, or send something back to a place or person. -google.com
Genesis 3:19 reminds us to keep our perspective in check: “To dust we shall return.” James 5:7 urges us to be patient and wait. The word “return” in regards to Jesus’ whereabouts is mentioned 19 times in the book of Matthew …12 in Mark, 28 in Luke, and 29 in John. Jesus does a lot of returning in the gospels. Despite our cyclical sin, God hasn’t throw the towel in.
“You were bought at a price…” (1 Cor. 6:20; 7:23 NIV)
It cost a life for us to live. An innocent life… without sin …sacrificed in the most brutal way … to save us.
“In His image,”(Genesis 1:27) is so evident when we teach our kids to get back up when they fall. We tell them it’s OK. We assure them that we love them.
Throughout the vast disappointments of my life, Christ has carried me, put bandaids on my bloody knees, healed hurts too secret to share, and surrounded me in His love. Until He returns …until I am returned to Him, I will passionately pursue my redeemed place in His plan …strengthened by knowing He never gives up on me.