Tended and Mended

The innocent and sweet, the meek and the mild in spirit, this is the child in each of us. The one that smiles easily, trusts quickly, runs to open arms and laughs with delight over ticklish kisses. You have seen it, perhaps this was you and is it possible, Dear One, that this you in still somewhere inside? I am giggling at the whimsy, the joyful feeling the thoughts illicit. It is a rainy day and I know the sun is hiding somewhere, that it may burst forth in glorious light at any given surprise moment. This is what excitement and anticipation can do for the spirit in the waiting for the brightness, a return of light promised. In the dark clouds of experience, sometimes a childhood is lost, stolen, tarnished. In the brokenness, the child blames self, other, someone, anyone to explain the pain and place it or misplace it. Left there in the sweetheart is a hole needing filling. The sense of void can last a life time, an adult life time. Everywhere we look Dear One, there are children walking in adult bodies, wanting, needing, hoping for the resolution only a healed heart can provide. The years pass but sometimes the pain does not, in fact it can and does intensify in many, causing physical sickness because the emotional distress is not addressed, given the attention it needs. Psalm 34:18 "The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit." How true is this Psalm for you Dear Reader? I believe we reach for solace in ourselves first, in humans second and in God last. It seems reasonable to me to have this natural order, since we live in our own skins, see others all around us and have a super hard time, even with squinted eyes, to see God! The order also makes sense given our natural ways. A baby delights in parental love and looks to this first source for more of the same. It is logical to look in the same place for our needs to be met. But humans, lets face it, we disappoint, don't we? We do, Dear One, until we ourselves, are tended to and mended. 

It is cloudy still and yet, I know the Son has risen every day of each of our lives. He is the tender, the mender, the one that welcomes children. You are His Sweetheart, Dear One. He sees the gentle, innocent, trusting you, the one that wants to be noticed and loved. You are safe in His presence, have no fear there. Start with Him first and He will lead you to some humans that are equipped to help heal your broken heart. The child in you needs to know love so that the adult in you can live it.