I didn’t realize, not until You showed me. It’s mind-boggling that You hold me so dear. I’ve focused so much on what I lost. But then I spent 10 days with people who were adult versions of the children I spent a good portion of my childhood avoiding. You’ve given me a eyeful of what You preserved in me, what You saved me from, what You gave me.
You preserved my heart so that I know what cruelty is and hate it. You gave me distaste for the endless anger at a world that doesn’t do as I demand, doesn’t recognize my worth as I think it ought. You kept me innocent enough to be interested in everyone and everything around me. You held my desire to help in place until it became my default. And You made me hunger for healing. That’s where I invested my life because I knew being whole was a worthy goal. I knew I couldn’t do anything else well, no matter how smart and capable I am, unless first the gaping wounds were healed.
Thank You. And thank You for those who were welcoming and caring during those ten days. The contrast made the lesson that much clearer. And may I ask for one favour? Please convert the hearts of adults who believe that it is normal to be cruel, filled with anger, petty, and full of small, hatefulness. Please restore their innocence and joy and wonder. I know, they too are dear to You.
Every Friday,100s of bloggers set a timer, write for 5 minutes, and then publish the results. We don’t edit or engulf ourselves in concerns about whether our writing is worthy to be seen. We expose our incomplete, unpolished thoughts and words to each other and our readers. Kate Motaung’s, at Heading Home, provides the prompt on Thursday evening. We all link our posts there and tweet them with the hashtag #FMFParty. Join us.