His tools...

Sunday morning my aching back left a husband to go to church alone with two little girls. A challenge. It always is. Little hearts having a hard time understanding worship, settling down, quieting down. The need arose for a private conversation and he took them to the bathroom... this is a secon hand version, but it went something like this:

Elena: You break my heart when you say no!
Daddy: Well, honey, did you know God can fix your broken heart?
Elena: No, He can't!
Daddy: Sweetheart, look around you. He made the trees, the sky, everything! He made everything! He CAN fix your broken heart. The Bible says He can!
Elena: But His tools will hurt!

Later on, as Dad and I talked about this we remarked on how unaware she is of how deep her statement is. There is no mistake in the fact that His tools sometimes hurt, there is no mistake either in the fact that the pain is bringing restoration, regeneration and new life. Little did we know, barely 24 hours later we'd be experiencing it in the physical through Ben's injury, and even in the emotional as we adjust to a very busy life with increasing challenges. Some day we'll tell her and it will make sense...