Broken bones and sacrifices…

Fortunately, I have never broken a bone in my body.  Unfortunately, two of my girls did when they were just six-years old.  Totally sad!  The worst part about the last accident was that it happened about 36 hours prior to our Disneyland vacation.

My middle daughter was pumped for this trip.  She had been taking swimming lessons and was going to finally conquet the “big” water slide.  But those plans changed on the monkey bars last Wednesday evening when a tiny little hand slipped and my little girl fell awkwardly.

She is ok.  The bone was set and a cast was placed on her arm. In fact, I think it weighs as much as she does!

But my heart is breaking for her.  I am sad when I think of how she can’t swim this trip, or ride the roller coasters that she had been looking forward to riding.  Yes, we have done special things and she is having a wonderful time, but it is still sad. However, she is resilient and is making the best of toting around a 10 pound weight in a sling around her neck.

I wish so much that I could take her place.  I wish that it was my arm that was broken so she could run and play and ride the rides she wanted to ride.  I wish that I could make it all better immediately.  And most of all I wish that my little girl didn’t have to go through the pain that she went through last week.

Ever wish that in your life?  For anything or anyone?

As a pastor, I can find a preachable sermon in almost anything.  This is definitely no exception…

Jesus took the place for us.  He paid the price and made the sacrifice so we didn’t have to.  He endured the pain, the torture, and death so we could be made whole!  Thank you Jesus for that ultimate sacrifice and brokenness!

Until next time…

Pastor Barry