My son rushed into the kitchen gripping his left hand in his right, yelling, “I need tweezers! I need tweezers!” I asked if he had a sliver and could I see it. He turned away from me.
Despite his efforts to hold back tears, I could see that he was in pain.
I gave him the tweezers and he tried to pull the sliver out–but it was stuck.
I shot up a prayer, “Lord, please let him be open to me helping and let this be a connecting moment.”
I offered to help again, this time he came to me, holding out the tweezers. What I finally saw was the top of a large sliver wedged under his fingernail – ouch!
Thankfully there was enough of the end exposed to grip the sliver with the tweezers. I took a calming breath and tried to pull it out, but it was really stuck. My son was in pain and not happy.
I prayed aloud that Jesus would help us get the sliver out, then I gripped the end and very slowly pulled once again. On the third try, a 3/4 inch-long chunk of wood emerged from under the nail, blood pouring out as it exited his finger.
I was so relieved – so was my son, but man, did it hurt.
He let me help him wash and bandage his finger.
Later, as he ate breakfast, he said, “I’m glad you got the sliver out.” I answered that I was praying Jesus would help us because I could see it really hurt.
With relief, he replied, “He sure answered fast.”
He didn’t hug me when he left for school, but as I stood at the front door praying over my youngest three, I rested my hand on his shoulder and he leaned, ever so slightly, against me.
My son trusted me to help him and allowed me to connect with him in a moment of pain. This is a big deal for us – a very big deal.
How about you? Do you have a story of connecting with one of your kids from “hard places?” I would love to hear from you.
with hope and gratitude,
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