We had just walked across the Chick-fil-A parking lot back to the car, all 5 of us holding hands, and I was carrying Brighton. We looked like windy laundry drying on a line, full of energy and stories. Then began the process of getting little people into carseats. Grey went first and Ty was right behind him officiating the seatbelt. That left Joy and little Eden, Brighton and me standing outside the car while I savored the Brighton time. Inside Chick-fil-A, Eden played this little game where she’d stoop down and put her face close to the ground. She did the same thing in this moment, and then I glanced away. I heard a bump and my eyes went straight to Joy. Looking at her face, she had clearly just been bumped by something and it hurt a lot. But I couldn’t see what it could have been. Then I looked at Eden, who was in the pre-scream silent period, frozen for a moment reeling in her pain. Eden had bumped her head on the way up on the edge of the car door, but I got to see the pain first in her loving momma.
This mom feels pain when her kids feel pain. Good parenting is scary. Kids have the potential for oceans of pain, and good parents are locked in with no escape route. Looking at both faces, Eden’s had surprise and anger in it, but Joy’s definitely had more straight up pain. In that moment, Joy reminded me of the Lord. He enters into our pain. When we’re hurt, He hurts too. What’s more, he took pain that we deserve upon Himself before we ever could experience it. What a Father, what a Savior, Hero and Groom.