Little Miss Seamtress
Marissa’s legs kicked back and forth nervously. “Mommy is it going to hurt when the doctor fixes my boo-boo?”
Vicki softly brushed back her daughter’s sandy, blonde hair out of her eyes, “Sweetie, I am not going to tell you that it’s not going to hurt, but I will tell you that I will stay right here next to you.”
Lifting up her 5-year-old, little hand, “Mommy, will you hold my good hand?”
“Yes, of course,” promised Vicki.
Dr. Duvall entered the room, clip board in tow. “What do we have here?” Looking in Marissa’s direction. “My notes indicate a little girl is in need of some help, would that be you?”
Flashing her brilliant, golden eyes, Marissa smiled, “My hand needs some help. I was helping mommy wash dishes because I’m getting to be a big girl, when all of a sudden the glass just cut me. Mommy used to work on a hospital….”
Vicki quickly cleared her throat to interrupt her daughter’s elaborate story. “Hi, I’m Vicki and this is Marissa. I used to work in an ambulance, not on a hospital and the glass broke because Marissa was pressing down on it a little too hard trying to get the oatmeal pieces off. I was able to apply pressure and control the bleeding, so that we could get her here quickly. Do you think she will need stitches?”
“Let me take a look.” Dr. Duvall removed the makeshift bandage slowly from Marissa’s hand. He could feel the child stiffen like a mannequin. “Don’t be afraid, I am only going to look at what that mean glass did to you, ok?”
Marissa nodded and let him unwrap the bandage to reveal a deeply, opened wound.
“Marissa, do you ever help your mommy sew?” asked Dr. Duvall
“Oh, yes. Mommy lets me sit on her lap and push my clothes that she is making through the machine. But, I can’t reach the bottom. Mommy says that someday I will be bigger and my foot will reach the button on the floor.”
“That is great Marissa because that is kind of what I’m going to do for you today. See, you have a big cut and I have to sew it with stitches so that it will heal and get better. I have a thread and needle that will help me do the job.”
“I know, Mommy told me that you would fix my boo-boo. She said you would mend it by sewing it just like we mend the holes when we are fixing our clothes. Did you know Jesus mends things too?”
With a raised eyebrow, Dr. Duvall chuckled at the quick change in conversation. It reminded him of why children held such a soft spot in his heart. They could change the subject of conversation in the blink of an eye and their honesty was always refreshing. “Yes, Marissa I do know that Jesus mends things too. Jesus helps us to mend our relationship with God.”
In the understanding that only a 5-year-old could have, Marissa piped up, “Jesus is God, right Mommy?”
“Absolutely dear, He is God in human form.”
Forty-five minutes later. Marissa and Vicki came walking out of the ER. Marissa’s hand was lightly wrapped with gauze to protect the stitches and a grape flavored lollipop dangled from her lips.
“You were very brave today and smart too.” Vicki said while holding her daughter’s good hand and walking through the hospital’s parking garage to the car.
“Dr. Duvall was really nice, Mommy. I think he is like God because he fixes the outside and God fixes the inside. Except, God doesn’t use stitches like Dr. Duvall, He uses Jesus. That makes Jesus a really big piece of thread.”
Marveled by her daughter’s incredibly pure and brilliant comment, Vicki shook her head in amazement. The simplicity of the connection between a doctor sewing to mend a wound and Jesus mending broken hearts would be a great lesson for many lost souls to hear.
After buckling Marissa into her booster seat, Vicki kissed her forehead and said, “I think from now on, I am going to call you my little Miss Seamstress because you are quite good at sewing seeds for Jesus. I love you very much.”
“I love you too, Mommy. But what’s a seam. . .tress?”
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