06/17/2026
Several years ago, I was sitting in my office at the school late in the afternoon, when I heard some of the loudest screaming and crying I have ever heard coming from the foyer. It was the type of crying that immediately communicated that a student was hurt. I walked out into the foyer, and one of our aftercare staff members was carrying one of our K-5 students in her arms. The little girl’s head was absolutely covered with blood. It was running down her face, it had soaked the girl’s school uniform, and it was all over our staff member as well.
The little girl had been sitting at a picnic table and her book bag had fallen underneath it. When she darted under the table to retrieve it, she hit her head on the corner of the picnic table. There was a big gash on the top of her head that would eventually require 15 staples to close.
But here came our staff member carrying this little one who had been injured, who was hurting, scared, and soaked in blood. She was helpless to do anything for herself.
The little girl was brought into the school office, and our ladies went to work.
One staff member held the girl in her arms, rocking back and forth and trying to comfort and settle her down. A second staff member located the wound and began to clean it and put pressure on it.
A third school employee began to wipe the blood off the little girl’s face, head, and hands.
Another staff member got the little girl a clean shirt and helped her change out of the one that was stained with blood.
And a fifth staff member was the person getting all the supplies needed to help her peers. Each lady did a masterful job in caring for the injured student. They called the girl’s mother, bagged up her dirty clothes, got the girl something to drink and waited on her Mom to arrive.
When she did, she thanked our staff for their love, care and concern for her daughter, and she headed to the ER to get her further treatment.
I walked back into my office, sat down and began to reflect on all that transpired, when the Holy Spirit said to my heart, “What those five ladies just did for that injured girl, one Jesus has done for you!”
You see, just like that injured student, we all had been the victim of a crushing blow. It was a blow so painful that there was nothing we could do for ourselves. All we could do is cry out in fear and trembling like she had. But one day, thank God, Jesus, the Lamb of glory, reached down and picked us up in our pain and agony. He carried us to the place of safety and held us in His arms to comfort us. He tended to the wound, cleaned us up, and put a new garment on us.
So whatever your need is today, one Jesus can meet it. One Jesus can supply it. One Jesus can take care of it. I’m grateful today that He is all we need!🙌🏻
