As my five-year-old Susan came
running into the bedroom, she slipped on a loose throw rug and hit her
head. It was a painful blow and Susan began to cry. I comforted her as I
applied a cold cloth to the lump which had already appeared on her head.
Soon the tears stopped flowing and Susan ran off to play.
That night we finished our bedtime
routine and, after a story, were ready for prayers. Always after "now I
lay me down to sleep�." Susan has a special prayer-each night something
different in which she thanks God for "the nicest thing that happened
today." Sometimes it�s a visit to the park or a trip to get an ice cream
or the snow that fell softly all night.
This particular night when I
asked, "What do you want to thnk God for tonight?" I was surprised at
Susan�s answer.
"For my bump," she replied
immediately.
"Why do you want to thank Him for
that?" I asked, surprised.
"Because now He can make it well."
With that she gave me a kiss,
rolled over and closed her eyes.
But I sat there thinking: Yes, God
how often we forget to thank You for the rough, hard times. But it�s
through them that we often learn the greatest lessons of Your healing
love.
Thank you, God, for the bumps.
�Phyllis Weichentha
