WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?...

Finally we have rain and it’s been coming down in sheets all day long. Turning ordinary street gutters into rivers. Causing mudslides across the hillsides, and bringing out the “stupid-gene” in a handful of teenage boys outside my window.

I watched these guys for a bit and after awhile I was just waiting to hear that sickening *THUD* sound as a black car tried to do wheelies in the middle of the rain-slicked street while his buddies cheered him on from the sidewalk. The driver then continued to maneuver the wheels of his car along the curb – making a fabulous spray of rain water - trying to further dampen his pals.  They all seemed to be having a great time ... but as a mom ... I could just S.E.E. an accident waiting to happen.  (Mom’s are pretty astute that way!)

As I heard the car gunning its engine I looked up from my work and saw a tall, lanky kid spread over the back of the car like a starfish holding on for dear life. But as the thrill-seeking driver tried to execute another donut, the clinging starfish went F. L. Y. I. N. G. off the back of the car and bounced H.A.R.D. several times across the street. It was a NASTY fall and the kid had to have hurt more than his pride.

Sure enough ... he got up slowly and it was obvious, he was hurting. OUCH!  And all I could think was ... “Ya dumb kid! What were you thinking?” 

And I wondered... does God ever just shake His head as He watches me make my foolish mistakes?  It must be hard for Him to watch me learn ... the hard way.

I don’t know about you, but I’m so thankful that even when I fall He extends His hand to help me up. I’m thankful that He dusts me off.  He bandages my wounds, along with my shattered pride. And He loves me.  He simply loves me.

“He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.” ~ Psalm 147:3