Tonsils

My little boy is having his tonsils removed tomorrow. We've tried to explain everything to him, and he understands as much as his three-year-old brain will allow, but I'm sure he doesn't fully appreciate what's going to happen, and how he's going to feel.

I'm worried about everything, but especially about watching the doctors and nurses wheel him away from me. From that point on, until he falls asleep under anesthesia, he'll have to face this challenge alone. And when he wakes up, I'll be there, but I'll be powerless to take away the pain that he has to endure, except for what tylenol can do.

Though this experience can't even compare in severity, duration, and intensity, it is giving me a greater appreciation of another Father, who had to watch his Son be wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities, and suffer the chastisement of our peace, so that with His stripes, we might be healed. I'm thankful for that Son, who trod the winepress alone, and for His Father, who let Him accomplish His infinite Atonement. And I'm grateful that as my son is hurting and healing over the next few days, there is One who has already been there, done that, and who knows how to help!