A Possibly Broken Nose and a Spiritual Battle

He's been so excited all week.  Practically bouncing off the walls. When his class went to the Bounce place for a field trip, he loved it.  Had all kinds of videos with his friends.  He was ready to go back.  Could.  Not. Wait.

He hit the ground running, shoes off and sliding up and down and climbing and bouncing.  And about 15 minutes in, I got the nod from one of the grandmas... that look that you know can't be good.

And there he was, crying, with a bloody lip.  After further assessing the damages, I noticed some bruising on his nose, and a little hump that made me think that it just may be broke. 

With some ice and Motrin, though, the swelling went down some.  He was able to enjoy a little bit of pizza and birthday cake, and by the time we were in Campton he and his Dad were busting moves in the front seat of the truck. 

I hate to see him cry.  Sometimes, I lose patience and forget that he is just ten.  Today wasn't one of those days... I just wanted to hug him and take the pain away so he could go back to bouncing. 

And it makes me think of my Heavenly Father.  I'm sure there are days when He absolutely shakes his head in frustration with me and all of my endless whining.  But then there are days when I'm truly hurt, and He knows.  He cares.  And He loves me extra special on those days. 

Caleb will go back to school tomorrow with a bruised nose... and some days we limp back into battle at work or in our homelife or whatever we are doing at that moment worse for the wear. 

But appearances aren't everything... and we told him he needed to tell them, if you think this looks bad? You should have seen the other guy.

And in our case, in our spiritual war, that is so going to be good.  If we look bad right now, just wait and see what the other guy looks like for forever.

Cause our God wins the fight =)