Now, I must say, that she is having to learn at an early age what we female veterans know all too well - beauty sometimes comes with a price!
When I was finished with her hair and she got up she grabbed her neck and said, "Ouch!" I asked her what was wrong.
"My neck hurts," she replied. I began to try and massage the area she was holding and she yelled, "No mommy!"
"You don't want me to massage it?"
"Because Jesus is going to heal it!"
I threw my hands up in the air and said, "Okay, not a problem...Jesus will heal it".
She must not have liked my response because she stated again more emphatically, "Jesus will heal it!"
I was taken aback, because I honestly wasn't questioning what she said ... or was I?
I must admit, there was some doubt when I said it. I don't doubt that Jesus can heal, I'm actually a firm believer that He can and will on our behalf in our various circumstances. I guess the doubt came in because it was a small, almost insignificant stiff muscle, and I could have simply massaged it out. I also replied with a tinge of, "Isn't that the cutest thing to say?" - and I was rebuked by my three and a half year old daughter.
You know what? I should have been!
I often forget that God wants to be sovereign in every part of our life. Big or small. This isn't the first time He has had to remind me of this. I believe He is omnipotent, but I fail to fully see or believe He will use that power, for instance, for my three year old who has a mild issue. It isn't so much that I question His ability to do it, but I question His willingness to be trifled with something so "insignificant"...
Well, if Jesus wasn't interested in the mundane, He never would have come down from heaven as a man. There are much more exciting ways that man's road to salvation could have been accomplished. Yet, He chose to be an ordinary carpenter's son in a poor village which garnished comments such as, "Can anything good come from Nazareth?" (John 1:46). Jesus, God, has been involved in the insignificantly mundane since the beginning of time, but we - I fail to recognize it far more than I should.
A few hours after my exchange with the l.a.d. I asked her, "Does your neck still hurt?"
"No," she quipped.
Then, almost under her breath she said, "I told you Jesus would heal it."
Yes, my loving adorable daughter, Jesus did heal it. He healed it to build your faith and He healed it to show your mommy once again that He wants to be involved in every area of our lives, no matter how mundane or insignificant it may seem to us. We are His children and He cares about everything we encounter.
I know He won't have to reteach this to her anytime soon - and I hope I will never have to relearn this lesson again!
Just Around the Corner,