It Will Only Hurt For A Little While
10 And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.
After tarrying with the Holy Spirit, laying at the throne of Grace, seeking the face and advice of my God, he dropped this word into my spirit – It will only hurt for a little while. If you will allow me to just have a conversation with you this evening, I promise you I won’t be long. When God placed this topic into my spirit, I immediately began to have flashbacks to when I was a little girl. When I was younger, I was extremely clumsy. Grace was not my middle name. In fact if there was a piece of string on the floor, I would trip and fall over it. So needless to say, I had several battle scars. I thank God for a grandma that had them special remedies to take away pockmarks and scars. However, whenever someone fell in our household, there was a ritual that always played out. My mother would always come to the rescue with a tray with an array of antiseptics, soap, water, sponge, and bandages. Now, I will let you know, I acted a fool every time this scenario played out. You would think, since this happened to me frequently, I would eventually get better, but that was never the case. Why, because when mom would apply the iodine, and the alcohol, and the bactine, and the peroxide, and the salves, and the ointments, it would sting! Each time I would beg mom… “Just put a band-aid on it”, and each time she would respond, “If I don’t clean it, it will get infected, and besides it will only hurt for a little while.” Well to me that two to three minutes of pain when that dropper dispensed that iodine into my gaping wound seemed like an eternity. Finally, one day, when I was about twelve, I fell down again. As usual, my mom brought out the trays with the array of antiseptics. This time I decided I would take a stance. “Listen mom, I think I am old enough to start making some of my on decisions, and I just want a band-aid on this sore.” Mom naturally stated her usual statement… “If I don’t clean it, it will get infected, besides, it will only hurt for a little while.”
But I was adamant. I put my foot down. I was after all twelve years old and knew something. Mom conceded, put the band-aid on the wound, and I strutted away as if I had done a miraculous healing. Unfortunately, there was no healing…. in fact, after a couple of days the area became tender. Two or three days later, my leg began to swell. A few days later, the sore was oozing and I couldn’t take the band-aid off because it was stuck. Needless to say, mom had to take me to the emergency room. The doctor peeled the band-aid away from my skin sighed. He explained to me that if the infection had gotten any worse they would have had to lance it, pack it, and wrap it and that the procedure would have been very painful and I would have been in the hospital for a day or two getting antibiotics. He looked at the nurse and she left the room and returned with a tray with an array of antiseptics. I began to whimper and my mother chuckled and replied, well it will hurt a little longer than it would have, but it still will only hurt for a little while.