Monday, November 12, 2007 - 9:04 PM
Lord,
... to
work with children. They are SO precious, unpolluted--even if they've been
violated…they've yet to become totally cynical, and completely untrusting, as adults
get, after having been hurt, burned, used, violated, and betrayed so many times
throughout their lives, that they eventually just wear down from it all…like a
Bobo-punching doll that finally gets pricked with something sharp enough to
penetrate through and puncture the membrane so that all the air finally
escapes…then, no matter how much air is blown back into it, it cannot stay
inflated any longer, because of the puncture--the hole in its heart.
Kids may leak a little air, slowly
deflating over time, but they generally resist most punctures--even the vilest
offenses--until they become so numerous that the punches and kicks come so
often that they have no chance to rise up before getting punched or kicked
again and again…I know what that's like. I don't want anyone else to grow up so
discouraged that they won't want to get back up anymore eventually. I want to
be a part of instilling resiliency, safety, trust, freedom to be themselves,
faith, hope, and unconditional love…perhaps the only genuine form they may get
at any point in their lives--so they'll get a "taste" of YOU, Lord…if
at no other time in their lives. That's all. But I know You can provide through
others…just PLEASE do so, if not through me.
That's what’s on my heart now, Lord. I
leave it all in yours now, too.
All of me,
Audrey
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