Oct. 4, 2012
So we need places, laboratories, the creation of places which could be each one of our homes, where we invite people who are different, and we listen to each other...Tell me your story. Where is your pain.
- My hero; Jean Vanier
God, you reside in their innocent view of the world, in the infectious laughter that comes out when playing tag, in the many loud happy noises, and through many of the sweet spirits. These kids scream your love and grace. They are vessels of your beautiful spirit. it hurts me to see them hurt, it breaks me to see a fatherless boy starve for affection, a son being so misunderstood, and to not be able to interpret cries for help. They long to be understood and unconditionally loved, just as we all do, but their lives are constantly and ever changing.
I look at them and not only see You and not only want to love them like I know You do, but I also need to thank You.
I get so caught up in the grand scheme of things. Trying to figure it all out, trying to be thankful for it all, when all I need to be thankful for, all you ask of me, is this moment; this breath.
All the little things really mean something, thank you for the ability to communicate, to talk and share my desires, share what I want, say if I am not feeling well. It breaks my heart so many I work with can't. That I've seen some get so angry we can't tell what they want, or seeing tears flow because they are unable to communicate that they are sick.
I just dont want them to feel stuck within themselves. I want them to love and to be loved; to be a part of a community.
I know one day they will see you face to face and they will be restored. They will be as you always saw them; perfect, innocent, and whole. I want them to finally feel "home," as the anxiety and physical burdens they carry melt away in Your raw presence.
They are not a burden. They are Abba's children.
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