By Your Side

Yesterday my oldest son Brett decided to be like his Mom.  I think I may have mentioned on here before that I am a smidge uncoordinated and I used to fall down alot.  Brett was on a field trip and was touring a KC135.  He fell inside the plane and cut his leg.  He was carried out of the plane and handled by paramedics (standard with injuries on the flight line) and then given patches by the pilot and boom operator of the plane.  I got a call from his teacher who happens to be a good friend of mine.  She said she thought he'd be fine, but she would bring him home from school instead of him having to walk.  When they got home and unwrapped his injury, it was not good.  Long story short, he ended up going to the Dr. to get it 'fixed'.  I won't be sharing any details as they make me nauseous and severely light headed.  He was wrapped up and came home telling me how much better he felt and thought he could go ahead and play his baseball game.  Uhmmmmm....No.

Before the visit to the Dr.'s office, a friend of mine was here helping me clean out his wound. (And by helping me of course I mean doing it because I was trying not to pass out)  She poured peroxide over it and I stood in a tense position next to Brett.  I am sure my face didn't spell support because I don't handle blood well.  But I was trying to be there for him the best I could.  I can remember when all three of the boys had their stitches...I would be crouched down on the floor hanging onto their hand while my sister or husband was up with the Dr. doing the real hard job.  My injured child would be fighting the help because they were afraid.  It is so hard seeing your children in pain and afraid.  You just want to say..."Don't fight it...this is going to make you feel better."  But they don't want to hear that.

I know what you are thinking...What kind of Mother are you?  Well, the kind that will fall straight over if I see too much of anything.  I have told my kids that even though I am a total wimp...I'll always be there for them.  I will always be by their side, holding their hand...even if I have my eyes closed and my head between my knees.  Poor kids...thank goodness for Aunt Chele, Daddy, Kenzi, and Mrs. Ward. 

Having God in our lives is like that too.  He is always by our side.  When we are hurt or injured...He is right there.  When we feel like no one is around...He is there.  When we feel like we can't take another step because we are too hurt (physically or emotionally)...He carries us.  That is just one of the things He does for us. 

Tenth Avenue North has a song called By Your Side.  I have added it to the playlist today and wanted to leave you with a few lyrics from the song. 

I'll Be by your side
Wherever you fall
In the dead of night
Whenever you call
Please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Have a Blessed Day All!
Amy