It's ok...you'll have it one day.

This title just makes me giggle because of the little story behind it. Laini will remember & giggle to herself as well I'm quite sure. At the end of July we were blessed to move into a bigger home which is MUCH closer to school & work. In the master bath there's only a tub and it's a rather deep PINK tub. I don't get to soak in the tub much, if ever really, so the only thing it gets used for is Landry & his race cars zooming up the back. Well, a few weeks ago I decided that I was just going to be selfish. I found a sitter and come rain or shine I was going to Adam's football game! I don't get to go to many at all so I had just talked myself into going. Anyway, about 4:00 that Friday afternoon I had just gotten out of the shower & went to the bedroom to get dressed. Well, Landry comes running around the corner & into my bathroom & all I heard was a big thud & immediate screams & cries. Now, please understand Landry is my quite over-dramatic child so when I rolled my eyes & said, "hold on..." as I reached to wrap the towel back around me I was not being an unconcerned parent. He's just, well, a wimp sometimes. ;) Well, as I walked into the bathroom I saw his hands clasped to his head then he let go a little & blood was all I could see! I immediately ripped the towel from my body & pressed it to his head. I tried to calm him as much as possible & slowly walked him to the bed so I could sit him down because remember now, I had NO CLOTHES ON.

The next several minutes seemed to rush by as I continued to try to calm him as much as he would allow me. I had been texting a friend who is coincidentally in the last semester of nursing school so I replied to her last text: EMERGENCY! COME NOW!!!! I then immediately called my dad's cell. You might ask, "Why wouldn't you call your mom first?" Ok, so any of you that know my mother can answer that question without me having to say a word. haha! Anyway, he didn't answer...great! After receiving that obiously disturbing text Amber called me & asked what was up. I told her that Landry had fallen in the tub & had a pretty nice sized gash right under his right eyebrow. She was on her way. Then I called my parents' home & oh yes, mom answered. The conversation went as follows:
**I simply said with a calm tone, "I need you & dad to come right now."
(mom) "What's wrong?"
(me) "Landry fell in the tub & has a gash over his right eye. Please come now."
(mom) "Well, is he ok? What happened?"
(me) "Mom, I just need y'all to come right now!"

Between the call & my parents arriving I ran to the bathroom, grabbed a rag & ran some cool water over it then took it back to Landry to press against the injury. This whole time now I haven't broken a sweat. (Go mom, right!) Well anyway, (almost) Nurse Amber comes in & says yes we need to go to ER...maybe stitches maybe not. Oh yeah, she was just doin some wishful thinkin! We headed to the ER at Neshoba General. Granpaw held him the whole way. Ok so we make it in & yep, stitches. Landry was freaking! Granpaw tried to keep his mind off the big needle that was soon to come with stories of the Smokey Mtns. & the horses and even Mrs. Amber's deep breathing she told him to do...all that helped. Then it was time for the medicine that makes it all go numb...yes, we had a male EMT holding his head, a nurse at his neck & shoulders, granpaw holding his arms & torso then a female EMT & myself were hangin on to his legs. So I'm watching as the doctor squirts that stuff from a needle into his little head...I was good. Then came the suchers (forgive my spelling). He got to the 3rd one & I got a little light headed. Whew, yeah...I had to sit down. Man, Iwas so mad! I thought I was doing good. But I guess the adrenaline had rushed to its limit & it was down time. So anyway, he ended up with THIRTEEN stitches!! And now he has a pretty little scar above his right eye under his eyebrow.


Which brings me to the title of this post. You see, I also have a nice little scar over the same eye but right above my eyebrow and Landry's Uncle Jerry has a scar above one of his eye's as well (can't remember which one). The next day Landry was talking to one of his favorite people in the world, Laini. He was telling her all about running & jumping into the tub, hitting his head, the blood, the doctor, the needle, and the THIRTEEN stitches. She asked him about having a new scar that, of course, he could tell more stories about to everyone...she's taught him well. She said he was just like momma & Uncle Jerry with their scars. Then he asked, "What about your scar Laini?" She replied, "Well, I don't have a scar like that buddy." To which he responded, "Well that's okay. You'll have one one day." Then, of course, I heard lots of laughter on her end.

As I thought about that cute little conversation, I couldn't help but picture my Jesus. We come into this world, yes with a sin nature, but pure without any scars visible or not from sin just like our Savior. As we go through our time on this earth sooner or later we end up with some type(s) of scar(s) either from a hurt or our sin. We get bumped and bruised so much until sometimes we feel like we just aren't good enough even for God to love us or want us so why would anyone else, right? And all along Jesus is saying, "Look at my scars. This is what I did for YOU!" Now there may be some of us who have lived for Christ as "hard as we can" & have done well, for the most part, so therefore may not have any deep scars that are even visible possibly. That's when I think of Landry's words..."It's okay. You'll have one one day." And when you get them guess what...your Jesus will be right there when you think you're at your worst & so ugly that no one can bear the sight of you, and He'll reach down & put your fingers into the holes in His hands, feet & sides and let you brush your hand across His forehead to remind you again what He did for YOU so long ago. And remember those scars are just added material to the story you'll have to tell!