So tonight Bailey has 2 friends staying the night. They decided they wanted to go walking around the neighborhood. And my very first instinct was NO! There's too many freaks out there. To much bad that can happen. But I told them they could go but had to stay on our street and be in by dark. (Lord I'm really starting to sound like my mom.)
So I told them 8:45 at the latest. At 8:38 they come in. And this is what I hear...Ummm we had a little accident. Bailey comes out from behind her friends and her lip is busted, chin and knees scraped up and has a scrap on her nose. First concern..how's the teeth. They're fine. Ok. Ice bag. Check. Wet paper towels. Check.
Bailey's laying on the couch like in a state of shock. Freaking out that she's going to look horrible for the last day of school. I'm telling her to not dwell on it. That everythings going to be fine. And of course she's acting like its the end of the world.
I talk her into moving to the couch downstairs so she can watch a movie with her friends. And I come upstairs...a few minutes later I hear her laughing loudly with the girls. I told her it wasn't a big deal. But she didn't want to listen. When she took her mind off of it...she was fine.
I wonder if that's how God feels sometimes when we're crying and sobbing about things in our life. Does He look down shaking His head thinking...Drama much? We tend to think that our circumstances are so huge and so overwhelming. When in reality, their temporary. If we'd just stop dwelling on them so much. Stop stressing about them. Just stop thinking about them....the healing would begin. We would see looking back that...wow...it really wasn't the end of the world.
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