Hurt

Last night, it was just about time for Todd to go to bed. He had stayed up a little later than usual so he could see Daddy (he had to work late). He had rounded the corner and was running at a fast pace to see Daddy and he ran, full force, into the corner of the footboard. I was on the computer in the other part of the house and heard the impact. He came crying to me for comfort. He wanted me to get the "hurt off of him". As I was calming him down, I kept thinking about how much I wanted to get his pain to tranfer to me so he wouldn't hurt. Through that experience, I was reminded of how Christ must feel on a constant basis. I cannot imagine the hurt he must endure. He tried to take that pain away on that horrific day, yet we turn our backs on Him so often. He was so willing to sacrifice His life for us, and yet we, so often, can be just like those who beat Him and cursed His name. I pray that I can remember the pain I experienced last night when Todd was hurt and us that as a reminder that Christ suffered the ultimate pain for me.