Lessons in Mopping
Lessons in Mopping
by: Kathyrn Baskara
Since becoming a mother, God has allowed numerous situations to reveal tiny glimpses of His love for me. One of those times was, strangely enough, during an afternoon of mopping. The sight of the freshly mopped floors , glimmering with small puddles, and the sound of my toddler son’s pitter-pattering feet clashed in an instant as he slipped on a puddle, flew backwards, and hit his head on the hard floor.
I quickly ran to him and scooped him up into my arms with the hope that being held by his mother would soothe his aching head and nerves. I was surprised when he flung himself backwards, almost falling out of my embrace. I tried to hold him tighter, but he just kept fighting me. I slowly put him down and sorrowfully watched as he tried to run out of my sight to cry. Tears welled in my own eyes as I realized the rejection.
How many times have I been hurt and had the Lord reach out to me, only to reject his embrace and run away to cry by myself? Just as I felt the pain of being rejected by my son, so too does God feel the pain of my rejection of Him. When I see my son crying from pain, all I want to do is hold him and tell him that it will be alright—but more than anything, I just want to hold him. Except for the magnitude, our Heavenly Father is no different from any earthly mother. He wants to hold us close and assure us that everything will be all right. How sad it must be when we run away from Him when we are hurting!
I hope there won’t be another mopping accident. But, I do have a son, so I’m sure there will be plenty of other little boy accidents. I pray that the next time my little son gets hurt that he will allow me to help him through his pain.
I pray the same thing for myself—that the next time I am hurting I won’t shove God away, but that I will run into His open arms and eagerly accept His embrace and comfort.