Pain with a Purpose.

Now, as my third post about my daughter I hope it doesn't appear I'm forgetting about my son! But these moments are just too good to pass up!

Working away in my cubicle today, I saw I had a missed call. I returned the call to hear my daughter on the other end. My heart dropped. She was a complete wreck.
"Mommy! I want you to be here! I'm so scared!"

I smiled. Earlier Jeremy informed me that our Healthy Families nurse was stopping by to give her a flu shot. Our text message conversation looked something like this:

"She wants to come today, but can you just do it instead of me? This will break my heart!"

"Honey, Kasiah needs to learn that someday her Heavenly Father is going to allow pain in her life to protect her. What better way to learn that through her eartlhy father? But if you want to reschedule, I will!"

"Fine. I"ll tell her to come."

Ha ha! I pondered if I should tell him to prepare her, but dismissed the thought. But the phone call from my daughter told me he had done that very thing.

"Is Niki there sweetie?"
"I don't want to go to the doctor mamma! Please come home! I want you to be with me mamma!"

Now Kasiah was a complete wreck and absolutely horrified. So Jeremy and I then discussed if it was right to prepare her, or just let the shot unexpectedly come. I decided to once again compare Jeremy to God. What came to my mind? A car accident.

My nurse didn't think it was very cool to compare her and her flu shot to a car accident.... but I decided if God told me I was going to be in a car accident tomorrow and I couldn't do a thing about it, well, I wouldn't have wanted to know! So maybe, in Kasiah's mind this was like a car accident and just not cool!

Needless to say, the nurse came into the house while Kasiah was hiding... a scowl on her face. Daddy reluctantly went to her, picked her up and carried her directly to the needle. But he didn't leave her for one second. Instead, he held her the entire time, his heart completely breaking and hating every moment. When it was over, her petite little body wept while snuggled in his strong, burly comforting arms. His heart broke to see his little girl suffer. But the pain he allowed was a good pain, a protecting pain... and he did it because he loved her.

What a perfect picture of who God is - a loving dad who allows protecting pain, pain with a purpose...because He loves us.