Kiss the hurt away

I have ugly knees. It's just a reality, and I am OK with it. All those years of crawling around on the floor after my children haven't really helped matters, and I now have scabby, dry, flaky knees that make pedicurists cringe in horror.

Today, Abbie was playing in the living room when she suddenly came over to me with a concerned look on her face. "Aww," she said, cocking her quirky little face at me, "boo-boo!"
And then she slowly bent down the neck that bears a red and raw scar that extends about 1/2 way up her head, and she kissed my knees.

I've gotta think that when Christ said, "The kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these," this was exactly the sort of thing He was talking about.