the splinter

Have you ever gotten a splinter in your finger or your hand or maybe your foot? 

Just recently, one of Brooke’s companions took Brooke on a walk at the park near our home. Her companion (of course) stays with her the whole time on the walk...knowing what she touches, sees and what she hears. 

after they got home, she started to wash her hands she saw a splinter on the palm of her hand. 

now, i don’t know about you, but for some reason that little tiny piece of wood (smaller than a mustard seed, i might add) hurts extremely bad. so much so that heat begins to rise up, turning red, and then a weird pain comes over me that i’ll do whatever it takes to get it out. 

i was at work the day Brooke got her splinter. I am sure Brooke felt the same as me when i had gotten splinters. in fact, her companion sent me a picture…her palm was red indicating heat and pain.

when I got off the phone with Brooke’s companion the thought occurred to me that our companion, Jesus, sees every move, hears our every sound, knows what we touch or feel and definitely knows our pain. 

that day Brooke trusted her companion to pull out the splinter from the palm of her hand and (to be quite honest) she didn’t even know why or what was there, ONLY her companion knew. 

do we trust OUR companion the same way? can we willingly open out the palms of our hands to the One that knows the things that maybe we don’t see?