Blood and Tears

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By Tonya Cherrycrying_eye_by_ilsert

I decided to take my son Jesse to the gym because it was one of those icy nights. I told him that I was worried about him driving but to be honest, I was also looking for an excuse to go for a ride with him. I slowly walked down the driveway but when I got to the car and pulled the car door open, I slipped. My face slammed into the car door and I landed on my back in the frozen snow on my front yard. It was very painful, very cold, and very embarrassing.

I just lay there until I heard my son say, “Just stay there Mom, I am coming to get you.” I am not sure if it was my concern over him falling or my stubborn pride, but I told him to stay in the car and that I was fine. I took a deep breath, fought back the pressure of oncoming tears and thought about how I was going to get myself up. Jesse then leaned out the car door and said, “Mom. You are not okay.” He was right, I was not okay but for some reason, I was bound and determined to act like I was. I responded again with, “Jesse. I am fine!”

Then with sympathy and frustration he looked at me and said, “Mom. There is blood in the snow”. I looked down and sure enough there was. I realized then that had an extremely sore and bloody nose. I did not want to make things worse by blubbering so I pushed my hands into the snow where the blood had fallen so he wouldn’t see it again and pushed myself up and into the car. I was bleeding, trying hard not to cry, and dazed but after several attempts I went ahead and got the key in the ignition and used my shirt to wipe the blood off my face.

My poor son kept telling me we just needed to go back inside but I stuck to my claim of being fine and began to drive down our ice covered street. Poor kid must have been scared to death at this point but he just gently talked to me and kept looking for something for me to wipe my face with.

As we got to the end of our street where I stopped, he leaned over and with a sleeve covered hand reached and touched my cheek. I told him to find some napkins because he was going to get blood on his shirt but he responded with, “Mom, I am not wiping away your blood. I am wiping away your tears.”

When Jesse said those words to me it meant so much. His desire to wipe away my tears was evidence of his love and devotion to me just like his tears had always tugged at my heart more than his scratches and bruises.  This is also a picture of how God interacts with us. This is the message of the Christian life. In our daily lives God does not stop injury but he is always there to take away our sorrow. We will suffer but He will always comfort us.

As Christians we may get beaten or bloody here on earth but we are assured that there will come a day when God will wipe away our tears and pain will be no more.

And God himself shall be with them and be their God:  and he shall wipe away every tear from their eyes (Revelation 21:3-4).

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