You Got Hurt, And You Will Get Hurt Again

Dear Lewis,

I knew it was going to happen. I just didn’t think it’d be so soon. Given how adventurous you are I don’t know why I’m so surprised. Last night you split open your noggin and had to go to the emergency room.

We had an awesome day, just you and me. We played in the yard, at the park, and even went book shopping. You fell on the sidewalk once, and another time in the Barnes & Nobel parking lot. Each time you looked up at me, grinned, and then stood to your feet before returning to business as usual.

But, when you took off running through the living room on your way to bed you tripped over a pillow, fell into a table leg, and then split your head open in two places.

After your initial freak-out you were fine. There was a lot of blood. Thankfully your grandmother was near by to help me get you to the hospital, and to keep me calm – I mean you calm…keep you calm.

After a few hours, and a few sedatives to keep you still long enough for the doctor to clean your wounds, they patched you up, and sent us on our way.

I’ve had some time to recover from the emotional trauma of watching you go through your first injury. I’m not a fan of seeing you in pain, and I’m not a fan of paying hospital bills.

But I am a fan of your wild, adventurous, explorer spirit.

I love your energy and how easily you get bored with just sitting around. It’s exhausting, yes, but I’m glad you’re not mild-mannered and quiet.

I made a decision today. I didn’t pad the table legs, or rearrange the furniture, or change anything about our living situation. Right now, our home is your world, and it’s pretty small. I’m not going to make it smaller by confining you to the safety of your crib or the prison of a pack and play.

Yes, it is my job to protect you, but I will not prevent you from experiencing life.

As you get older your world will get bigger. The bigger your world gets the more dangerous it will become. But, Lewis, there is far more beauty and freedom in the world than there is danger. Promise me, please, promise me you won’t let fear – fear of getting hurt, or fear of being hurt – prevent you from experiencing all the beauty this world has to offer.

Whitewater rapids, mountains, cross country trips and the people in your neighborhood will thrill you beyond anything you could ever imagine. Don’t let fear of them potentially hurting you keep you from experiencing all they have to offer.

You will get hurt, Lewis, especially by people. But, I promise you the experience is worth the risk, especially with people.

If you choose to follow God, to live a life bent on Him and His kingdom, you will choose to live the most dangerous life possible. Like Aslan, God isn’t safe, but he is good. That might not make sense to you, but, I promise, if you’ll keep Him as your focus as you live, experience and risk in life, someday it will.

For now, all I can tell you is God has promised to be with us no matter what we go through. He promises that when we walk through fire and flood that He will be there. He doesn’t say “if” we go through those things – He says “when”.

You came through your first injury because I was with you. How much better off will you be when God is there, walking with you through your struggles later in life?

I love you, Lewis. Jesus says he came that you might have life, life to the fullest, life abundant.

So live. Experience. Get hurt!

I will be there when I can. But He will always be there.

I love you, Lewis. God loves you more.

– Dad

Are you letting the potential dangers of life keep you from experiencing the joys and thrills it has to offer?

Are you allowing the potential danger of God’s call on your life to keep you from following Him?

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  1. Wesley King   •  

    I love this!

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