This morning my two year old grandson was holding his thumb with his other hand and almost in tears. I asked him what was wrong. He said his thumb hurt. I examined it and didn’t see anything that would explain his pain. I asked if I could kiss it. And he said yes. So I did. I asked if it felt better and he said yes again. His sister came over to check out his thumb but he didn’t let her. He simply said, “Gama fixed it.”
Oh, how I wish I could fix many things. Try as I might, I fail…often. But at least I try. I don’t want to be a hero. I just want to take away pain and hardship.
There comes a time though when I have to hang up my cape and lay all the problems out before Jesus. I am getting better at letting go. Maybe because I’m old and tired.
I went shopping tonight before heading home after work. I ran into someone I haven’t seen for a year. As we talked he kept looking at my hair. Finally he just came out and said, “You changed the color of your hair.”
“No, it’s been a very hard year. It’s turning all on its own.”
This is the second time in a week that someone has mentioned my grey hair. I think I am tired. And maybe there’s a little wisdom in this grey head of mine. I realize I cannot fix everything. For the most part, I’ll stick to kissing boo-boos.
I hope your day is good and if you can fix a boo-boo simply by kissing it, you are indeed blessed. ♥️