Sunday, April 17, 2011

Better Me than you

Because I am barefoot 99% of the time, and because we aren't the neatest house on the block, the incident of stepping on sharp, pointy objects is an all too common occurrence.

I wish I could blame it on the kids, but I've never had the neatest house on the block. My floor has always been a bit of a landmine. The soles of my feet are riddled with the scars of my domestic ineptitude.

Recently for some odd reason I was blessed to be wearing shoes when I stepped up the stairs and directly on top of a wayward nail which pierced straight through the sole of my shoe and into my poor foot. As I screamed dramatically, the thought ran through my mind which, for almost seven years, has been repeated every time I have been assaulted by my own home: Glad I got to that first. Better me than one of the kids.

That pretty much sums up the change in our hearts (and pain tolerance) caused by motherhood, doesn't it? A tack in the foot no longer yields screaming and curses, but gratitude. The same tack could have harmed the sweet soft skin of my precious child. It hurts, but it would have hurt my baby worse. Better me than him.

Soon after Shepherd's birth, I realized my love was so strong for this child that, not only would I take a bullet for him, but I'd take a bullet for him gladly. With zero hesitation. Now the chances of me being asked to take a bullet for one of my children are thankfully very small. But thumbtacks? Slivers of glass? Runaway carpet nails? A Lego with a vendetta? It's a repetitive - sometimes daily - sacrifice.

Today I was cleaning the girls' room. As I slid my hand under Maggie's bed, my right thumb made direct contact with a pointy piece of glass. A rather large piece of glass, which could have done substantial damage to a small foot. My blood oozed from my body, while, as usual, I expressed gratitude for the opportunity to get to it first. Better me than her.

I stared at the blood stained glass when suddenly, I stifled a sob, and doubled over.
For the image of my bloody Savior hanging on a cross had appeared in my mind.
And He said, Better Me than you.

The Lord, in His wondrous mercy, beat me to the piercing, and the pain, and the blood. It was a sacrifice. Because He loves me even more than I love my own children.

When they tied his arms to a post with his back exposed, and He braced Himself for what was to come, He said, Better Me than you.

When they raised the whip, it's tendrils tied with pointy pieces of glass and metal and bone, He said, Better Me than you.

When they brought the whip down on His back, with full force, over and over and over and over and over, He said, Better Me than you.

When the skin had been shredded and the arteries and veins in the muscles in His back began to hemorrhage, He said, Better Me than you.

When they dug the crown of thorns into his head, He said, Better Me than you.

When they grabbed His beard in their hands and pulled as hard as they could to rip the hair from His face, He said, Better Me than you.

When they cursed Him and called Him the foulest names they could think of, He said, Better Me than you.

When they slapped and punched His bleeding cheeks, and mocked Him, and spit on Him, and beat Him with a staff until His bloody tortured body was unrecognizable as human, He said, Better Me than you.

When they forced him to lift the seventy five pound crossbeam, lay it across his scourged and lacerated shoulders, and ordered his failing body to walk, He said, Better Me than you.

When the loss of blood and the pain from the tortures caused him to stumble and drop the cross, He said, Better Me than you.

When they stripped off all His clothes and threw His naked, mutilated body down on the cross, hammered thick, heavy, wrought-iron nails into His wrists, then lifted Him into place, He said, Better Me than you.

When they crossed his ankles and hammered similar nails into the arches of his feet, He said, Better Me than you.

When He struggled to breathe, causing Himself excruciating pain no matter how He moved, He said, Better Me than you.

When He looked into the face of a mother, His mother, watching the murder of her precious child, her baby boy, He said, Better Me than you.

When His Father turned His back on Him, when He felt most forsaken, when He cried out in agony and heartache and despair, He said, Better Me than you.

When His chest filled with fluid and He felt His own heart drown within Him, He said, Better Me than you.

When He cried out before He finally suffocated to death, He said, Better Me than you.

When He took on the wrath of God and paid the penalty for your sins, and my sins, and our beloved children's sins, He said, Better Me than you.

This is love:
not that we loved God, but that he loved us
and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.
1 John 4:10



  1. Like you, parenting has brought me again and again to clearer understanding of the Savior's love me me. It is a gift. Both parenting and the profound insights.

    Thank you for this post.

  2. AMEN girl. AMEN. Looking forward to Sunday morning :)

  3. Amen and amen. You make me smile, Missy. Have a wonderful week of passion and Easter.
    Because of Jesus~

  4. Thank you for this post! It was so not what I expected when I started reading tonight, but totally made my eyes fill with tears. It's so easy for us to forget what He went through for us. Such a great reminder!

  5. This is my first Easter season as a mother, and I think that the love shown for us on the cross really began to hit me in a new way this morning at church.....thanks for this wonderful post! I love reading your blog! Happy Easter to you and yours!!

  6. Such a powerful, true post.

    Thanks Missy!

  7. Awesome Missy!! Love this and I hope you don't mind I linked to this post on my blog.

  8. Oh beautiful beyond words. Thank you for writing this. I'm going to share it. Hope that's ok!

  9. Lost for words. Just Wow. Thank you! And God bless!

    PS: the Lego with a vendetta comment made me laugh out loud...oh the things I have to look forward to :)

    Brooke Annessa

  10. wow...this is beautiful. so powerful and beautiful. thank you so much for writing this.

  11. That is an good analogy! thanks for sharing!

  12. Absolutely amazing post. Wow! Really brought my Saviors journey to such a reality. We are so blessed to serve such an awesome God!

  13. fantastic insight. thank you for this.

  14. The depth of my Savior's love for me is so unfathomable. It is more than I can even imagine, though I try. Thank you for the reminder. Reflecting this week on the price He paid for me, while always rejoicing that He is Risen and has conquered death and Hell!

  15. Beautifully written. I shared it on facebook, I hope you don't mind. It really helped put me in the right frame of mind for Good Friday, thank you.

  16. I LOVE this! A beautiful way of getting a glimpse at how much God loves us!

  17. Wonderful, thanks for sharing it.

  18. Sandy sent me, and wow am I grateful she did! Thanks for your beautiful words...he did suffer willingly, what a beautiful reminder.

  19. Beautiful. Just beautiful. Thank you.

  20. Wow! Oh WOW! Oh WOWeWOW!! I have goosebumps at how well you compared a mother's love (mine/yours) to Christ's love for us --- even MORE so!!

    WOW! I am sharing! What a great timely post! Thank you!

  21. Thank you, Missy. That's all I need to say.

  22. What a beautiful post. Thanks for sharing.

  23. Wow. Thank you. Brilliant. God bless!

  24. Thank you, this was uplifting, wonderfully written, exactly right, and just what I needed. I have thought that so many times in the short 2 years of my son's life that his curiosity, genetics, or plain clumsiness has put him in the hospital. I would it rather be me than him. A thousand times over, me rather than him.



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