Glass Door

The other day at work I was sitting at the front desk observing the people in the lobby. I noticed there was a young mother and her little boy waiting in the lobby for someone to get done seeing the doctor. The little boy I could tell was getting restless, he kept trying to run out the front door. There are two automatic glass doors at the entrance to our clinic and it's a very fun toy for little kids, running up to the doors to make them slide open.
Well, this little boy kept trying to run over to the doors to run outside and his mother kept getting up and running to catch him before he got to the doors. This went on for maybe 5min; the little boy would run towards the door, his mother would get up to catch him. The little boy would run, the mother would catch him. When finally the mother didn't get up to go after her son.
He was slowly inching towards the door, one eye on his mother and one on the door. He knew he wasn't supposed to be doing what he was doing and he was waiting for his mother get up and catch him. Instead she stayed in her chair looking at a magazine, occasionally glancing up at her little guy, inching towards the door. He continued towards the door and once his mother looked down at the magazine he took off running. BAM!!!! That kid ran smack dab into the door and fell right on his rear.
He sat there looking around, bewildered, not knowing whether to cry or to scream. His mother put down the magazine and calmly walked over to her son and stood over him as he was sitting on the floor looking around. He looked up and saw her standing over him; the look on her face was not one of pity nor was it a mocking glance of "I told you not to do that!" the look on her face was one of calm.
As he looked up to her, his forehead turning pink, his eyes filled with tears and he reached his arms up to his mother. She loving took him into her arms and held him close, kissing the little bump on his head. He nestled into her embrace and said, "I'm sorry Mommy!"


How often does Christ run after us and warn us not to run for that glass door, trying to tell us he can save us?
How often does he let us run into that glass door?
How many times does he lovingly take us into his arms, hold us close, and heal our broken heart?