Earlier today Hope-Anne asked Trinity to bring her a band-aid for her finger.
Don't you long for the days when you could ask mom for a band-aid and a kiss and your pain would disappear? Remember those days?
Sometimes there isn't a band-aid big enough, though. Not to catch the blood or to stop the hurt. Not even God will keep you from going through that pain. It is supposed to grow you, build perseverance and character.
I'd rather a band-aid and a kiss on my boo-boo.
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