Tuesday, April 29, 2014

In the Arena

There are those days when I am just speechless. It starts innocent enough. A child is upset because she doesn't want to eat her snack at the table. And suddenly she's crying about way more than a snack...and I know it...and I am speechless. Not wanting to be comforted because she thinks she's angry about not getting her way, I wait helplessly. We've been doing so well and I can forget that healing is still needed. Sitting in the same room and praying is the most comfort I can offer in the moment. I quietly grieve with her for all she has had to leave behind, for all of the horrible she has endured...

When I want words of deepest wisdom...and arms of eternal love...and the power to heal...all I have is my weak and flawed companionship. I am in the arena where only God can be the hero. I am helpless. And it's hard.

I pray that I will be gentle and that my love will be obvious. But most of all I beg God for healing in the inmost parts of each child of mine, whether biological or adopted. With all I am I fight for my children in the arena of a tough and unyielding world. I try to show the beauty and the blessings that come with each new day. And to point them to Christ...our Savior and Healer and true Lover of their souls.

He who was seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!" ~Rev. 21:5


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