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Walking my dog is not easy in this hot weather. Even he does not like to be outside that much. But today as I was coming back home I saw my grandson walking toward me. I could tell from his face something was wrong. It was such a problem that he had a hard time expressing what was going on in his life. He had cut his foot and tears were following to the ground as he explained his ‘hurt.’
So, I did what all good grandparents do. I took him in my arms and hugged him tightly. Of course I had to look at the hurt and tell him that all would be fine. In his case I also had to sit down and watch a ‘veggie tale’ story. I don’t claim to be an expert on medical problems but I do know how to comfort a three year old that is hurting. One of the lessons that came to me is that I need to listen more to the hurts of others. Perhaps my simple listening and truly caring can bring healing to those who are crying out for help.