Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Stumbling Blocks

If you ever question if spiritual warfare is real, just try and make it to church on time and see what happens.

Judging from how badly the devil wanted to keep me away from Bible study yesterday, there is no doubt that God is using this class in a mighty way. And when he wasn't successful at keeping me away, his next plan was to steal so much of my joy before entering the building that I missed the message altogether. He is nothing if not persistent.

Fortunately, I've read the end of The Book and Christ wins anyway. Game over, devil.

Yesterday was one of those days. THOSE days. You know, the kind where you leave 15 minutes early, yet arrive 30 minutes late. Where despite your best efforts to be responsible, you realize that you forgot just about everything you tried to pack the night before, including your Bible. And the contacts that allow you to see long distances.

Thankfully, I did remember to put my child in the car, at least. Which brings me to the next stumbling block of the day. Literally.

Minutes before I finally arrived to my class, poor Park fell on the steps leading into the church childcare classrooms. He screamed bloody murder, which was appropriate considering that was exactly what his face looked like. There was so much blood, I couldn't even decide where it was coming from. My feeble attempts to clean him up finally revealed a very busted lip, scraped up chin, and a pink shirt that was in desperate need of a spit bath.

Oddly enough, the pink shirt in question belonged to him instead of me, which is probably why he felt the need to cover it in mud and spill his blood over it. Men do like to mark their territory, don't they?

But lo and behold a servant of the Lord appeared . Now, when she asked if we were in need of some ice, I expected that it would be fairly similar to the Elmo boo-boo ice pack that lives in our own refrigerator at home. The ice pack that Park refuses to put on any injury because it is , "TOO COLD, MOMMY!"

This servant of the Lord was no rookie mom, though. She was a seasoned veteran of mercy that knew the way to win over a man's boo boo was through his stomach. Her special ice came in the shape of a green flavor ice Popsicle and Park found no fault with it's temperature. He compliantly left it in the package, nursing his gaping wound, in exchange for the opportunity to eat it as soon as he felt well enough for me to leave him.

It took about zero point eight seconds for him to thrust his fat lip my direction for a quick kiss and a "See you later, Mommy!"

That boo boo ice is some powerful stuff, I tell you. Why didn't I think of that one myself?

But you know what's even more powerful than that ice? The message that I got to hear yesterday when I finally made it to Bible study.

With my joy hanging by a thread, but still in tact.

11 comments:

Cindi said...

Park's Grandma's favorite popcicle is the lime too! How cool is that!

Kendra at Hand Prints On The Wall said...

What a cute post! I feel like this EVERY SUNDAY morning!!! We can NEVER get where we are going on time. And what a clever trick the popsicle was. I will definitely keep that one in mind. Thanks for sharing!

fullheartandhands mama said...

Oh yes, that is like a Sunday at our house.

Kelly @ Love Well said...

Sounds like your joy and Park's teeth have something in common.

If you really want to see the Devil work overtime, watch a pastor's family trying to get to church on time Sunday morning. Oy.

Life In Progress said...

We use the popsicle trick for mouth boo-boos here too! I have an 18-month-old trying to keep up with her 4-year-old sister so we've have a couple busted lips. Those work so much better than me trying to hold ice on her mouth.

Also wanted to say that we all have those day. Sunday mornings are killer for us too! But, it's worth it.

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Tiffany said...

Ok, I'm on pins and needles...what was the message at church? I always love reading what you share from your bible studies. And a big ole AMEN on the spiritual warfare. I am with you on that one sister. When I have days like this I always hold onto 1 John 4:4 Greater is He that is in me than he that is in the world.

Ingram Gang said...

I love you. And I love what you write. Amen seems to sum it up. Like Tiffany, I wanna know what this Bible study was about!

Michelle said...

That is one awesome Momma! She knew exactly what to do to get you on your way!

I'm glad you made it to your study.

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