By Renesha Chambers

If you have something of value and want it destroyed, I have a three and half year old available for rent.

She doesn’t mean to be destructive. It’s just her natural inattentiveness, fiestiness, and clumsiness that wreaks havoc on my delicate keepsakes.

Last week, she inadvertently broke a collectable plate that I had owned for 30 years. I had just taken it out of storage and displayed it on a shelf high above her head. Her blanket was whipped into the air like a super hero’s cape, and it fell to the wood floor below.

It was beautiful and signed by the painter. Irreplaceable. I was heartbroken.

And today, she became very quiet, which to any mother, is a sign of impending doom. Something is about to be demolished, and quickly.

By the time I discovered her, the deed had been done. At her feet, a shattered house from my small Christmas village. It’s shiny chimney in pieces, the windows broken, and roof collapsed. This piece was given to me by a special student many moons ago.

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Her face said it all. She immediately began apologizing. I saw blood on her thumb in her attempt to clean up the shards.  A small tear trickled down her cheek.

“Mama. I’m sorry. I am so sorry. It is going to be okay. It will be okay. I’m sorry. That’s why we have brooms and band-aids.”

I tried to hide my disappointment. What could I say? She was right. We have brooms and Band-Aids to remedy such situations. After a few minutes, it is all over. Thank goodness.

Our broken hearts are not as easily mended. Tragedies hit us hard as it did the precious families affected by the heinous crime of last Friday. They are still reeling. Few of us will ever experience such grief.

It is okay to grieve. It is a necessary part of the healing process. In Ecclesiastes it says, “A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance.” NLT

Our only solace is in the Lord. He can sweep up the pieces. He can put a band-aid over the wound as it heals. It will take time for the pain to lessen, and to be honest, those lives will NEVER be the same.

Our God restores. Our God loves. Our God understands. He’s the only one who can fix us when we’re broken.

When, (not if), you experience a painful situation, draw as close to God as you can. Saturate yourself in the Word and in His presence. Don’t run from Him, blame Him, or question Him, as this is what most of us tend to do. Trust Him….which is easier said than done.

And If you know someone enduring a challenging trial, give them your love, and not advice, be it ever so Godly.

2 Corinthians 1:4 says, “He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.” (NLT)

And when you keep asking yourself, “Why, Lord, did this happen to me?”

Remember:

Deuteronomy 29:29 (NLT)
The Lord our God has secrets known to no one. We are not accountable for them, but we and our children are accountable forever for all that he has revealed to us, so that we may obey all the terms of these instructions.

Thank you, God, for your brooms and band-aids.

EVERYDAYISSWEETER/Renesha Chambers is “Momma” to two beautiful miracle girls, Sydney and Christa. When not changing a diaper, loading the dishwasher, leading worship for her church, or riding a Harley, she is busy blogging or watching old movies with her husband, Chris, the love of her life.

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4 thoughts on “Brooms and Band-Aids

  1. Ah, I feel better now, it wasn’t just my children that destroyed everything I’ve owned (although out dog helped them out too).
    Kids can say the most innocent of things and in that moments you can’t help but forgive them.
    Wayne

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