It is a challenge to live like Jesus. Jesus was always putting God first. He sacrificed everything for us! My 10-year-old daughter is in cheer leading, and, biased opinion, I think she is pretty good at it. She will never be a flyer, she is built like her mom. We are sturdy, people that have dense bone structure. She has devoted considerable amount of time learning to be a base and learning to be the best base that she can be. She practices 2 nights a week and cheers at the Junior Football League games on Sunday. I have been VERY impressed with how much their team is doing with stunts and the number of cheers they have learned.
While my daughter has been working very hard, she has been in a grouping that she has been used to. It was her and one other base that learned to work together with their back spotter. The teams were re-arranged on Monday and the new partner and her did not have their rhythm and my child got hurt. It was just a simple muscle sprain, but she was really upset that it happened. Then, Wednesday rolls around and she decided she was feeling okay to do the stunts with her team again.
I watched as she back spotted her best friend in the whole world up into a typical lift, then into an extension. Pretty flawlessly her best friend dismounted and my child cradle caught her with ease. The team decided that they were going to straight up into an extension. My daughter and her friend got ready and the bases went to lift her up and she went tumbling down. I watched as the bases put their hands up, giving up on attempting to catch the falling friend and my child reached up to her, took the brunt of it and fell backwards with her friend completely on top of her.
In slow motion, it looked like I was watching another concussion for her! My mommy heart pounded as I saw her slowly fall to the ground hitting her butt, shoulder, back and then head. I closed my eyes. Should I run to her? Should I be THAT mom? I waited to see what was going to happen. I waited for the tears. I waited what seemed like forever, but was really only another minute until practice had ended.
We were taking the friend home that evening as her mother had been gracious enough to drive my child to practice. We processed what happened. My daughter got into the car and I asked how she was doing and the tears began. She said that she was sad because her coach had come over and "yelled" at her (There was no yelling, I watched, the coach did not see the fall and only heard that the team had dropped the flyer, so my child was told that it was her job to catch her- which she did).
After her friend got out of the car, I asked how she REALLY was. She began to tell me how much it hurt. How it hurt not only physically, but emotionally to see everyone else back away and her be stuck with catching her friend. That night there was a clicking in her shoulder, her neck hurt, she had some bumps and bruises and some other aches and pains. We sent her to bed, prayed with her, and waited to see how she was the next morning.
In the morning, we were getting ready to do our devotional time for school and she complained that she was still hurting. I discussed how she had acted like Jesus for her friend without even thinking about it. (Just for the record, nothing truly bad happened, she was not broken, or really injured, just bruised up and is fine)
I told my kids about how Jesus took our sins and how He was hurt for our sins. Isaiah 53:5 "But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed."
We discussed that Jesus took it all. 1 Peter 2:24 "He himself bore our sins" in his body on the cross so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness, "by his wounds you have been healed".
We talked about how it hurt a little to catch her fiend, but could she imagine how much it hurt to be on a cross and bear all the sin of the world?
For us, I want us to look at the flip side...
As a parent, for a split second, I felt that agonizing feeling God must have felt. I watched my child literally take the weight of her friend and the brunt of that fall. The quick emotions that FLOODED my mind in the split second:
Is she okay?
Do I run to her?
Do I try to take this pain away?
I'm so proud that she did what she was supposed to do instead of backing down
I'm so worried that she is hurt!
I went through all that in a matter of seconds. God went through it for days!
We always talk about the sacrifice that Jesus made when He died on the cross for our sins and how it had to be hard for Him. Take a few moments, think about how God had to have felt to watch His son take on the SIN of the ENTIRE world. Take watching your child fall or get hurt and multiply that by 10 bazillion!
Your challenge today is to really THANK God. THANK HIM for all he sacrificed, the pain he went through, the love He had for us to sacrifice his only child for each of us.
While my daughter has been working very hard, she has been in a grouping that she has been used to. It was her and one other base that learned to work together with their back spotter. The teams were re-arranged on Monday and the new partner and her did not have their rhythm and my child got hurt. It was just a simple muscle sprain, but she was really upset that it happened. Then, Wednesday rolls around and she decided she was feeling okay to do the stunts with her team again.
I watched as she back spotted her best friend in the whole world up into a typical lift, then into an extension. Pretty flawlessly her best friend dismounted and my child cradle caught her with ease. The team decided that they were going to straight up into an extension. My daughter and her friend got ready and the bases went to lift her up and she went tumbling down. I watched as the bases put their hands up, giving up on attempting to catch the falling friend and my child reached up to her, took the brunt of it and fell backwards with her friend completely on top of her.
In slow motion, it looked like I was watching another concussion for her! My mommy heart pounded as I saw her slowly fall to the ground hitting her butt, shoulder, back and then head. I closed my eyes. Should I run to her? Should I be THAT mom? I waited to see what was going to happen. I waited for the tears. I waited what seemed like forever, but was really only another minute until practice had ended.
We were taking the friend home that evening as her mother had been gracious enough to drive my child to practice. We processed what happened. My daughter got into the car and I asked how she was doing and the tears began. She said that she was sad because her coach had come over and "yelled" at her (There was no yelling, I watched, the coach did not see the fall and only heard that the team had dropped the flyer, so my child was told that it was her job to catch her- which she did).
After her friend got out of the car, I asked how she REALLY was. She began to tell me how much it hurt. How it hurt not only physically, but emotionally to see everyone else back away and her be stuck with catching her friend. That night there was a clicking in her shoulder, her neck hurt, she had some bumps and bruises and some other aches and pains. We sent her to bed, prayed with her, and waited to see how she was the next morning.
In the morning, we were getting ready to do our devotional time for school and she complained that she was still hurting. I discussed how she had acted like Jesus for her friend without even thinking about it. (Just for the record, nothing truly bad happened, she was not broken, or really injured, just bruised up and is fine)
I told my kids about how Jesus took our sins and how He was hurt for our sins. Isaiah 53:5 "But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed."
We discussed that Jesus took it all. 1 Peter 2:24 "He himself bore our sins" in his body on the cross so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness, "by his wounds you have been healed".
We talked about how it hurt a little to catch her fiend, but could she imagine how much it hurt to be on a cross and bear all the sin of the world?
For us, I want us to look at the flip side...
As a parent, for a split second, I felt that agonizing feeling God must have felt. I watched my child literally take the weight of her friend and the brunt of that fall. The quick emotions that FLOODED my mind in the split second:
Is she okay?
Do I run to her?
Do I try to take this pain away?
I'm so proud that she did what she was supposed to do instead of backing down
I'm so worried that she is hurt!
I went through all that in a matter of seconds. God went through it for days!
We always talk about the sacrifice that Jesus made when He died on the cross for our sins and how it had to be hard for Him. Take a few moments, think about how God had to have felt to watch His son take on the SIN of the ENTIRE world. Take watching your child fall or get hurt and multiply that by 10 bazillion!
Your challenge today is to really THANK God. THANK HIM for all he sacrificed, the pain he went through, the love He had for us to sacrifice his only child for each of us.
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