“Mommy, I’m bleeding!” Seth shrieked.
I cringed. Seth was going through a fear-of-bleeding-to-death-from-every-little-cut phase; and active, little boys get lots of little cuts.
“Let me see,” I said. Timidly, he held out his finger to show a tiny cut. It wasn’t really bleeding; the cut was just deep enough to bring the blood to the surface, but none was spilling out. I ruled out a trip to the emergency room.
“Is it okay?” Seth anxiously asked.
“It’s fine,” I said. “It’s a little cut, and it’s going to heal right up.”
“But it’s bleeding!” Seth declared.
“It’s not bleeding,” I said. “It’s just a little red.”
“But it might start bleeding!”
“Did the last one start bleeding?” I calmly asked.
Seth thought for a moment, then admitted, “No.”
“Then this one won’t start bleeding either,” I said. “God made our bodies able to heal cuts like this. Your finger is already working to heal itself right now—just like it healed the last cut, just as God made it to do.”
The memory helped boost Seth’s faith in my words—but he still wanted a bandage…to hold the blood in…just in case. In the same way, our memories of God’s healing work in our lives boost our faith in His ability to heal wounds of the heart. And He keeps His own kind of bandages on hand to comfort us when we hurt.
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
–Psalm 147:3 (NIV)
“Father, we know from experience that You heal broken hearts. Bind our wounds to hold in the blood while we remember to trust Your Word….”