You leave wakes behind you.
You flit through life, a spectacular display.
It never ceases to amaze me–your little body next to mine, feeling life so very big.
Only, today, dear daughter…you found yourself in the middle.
Right in the middle of harsh words…and choosing sides, until the grin you normally wear has slipped right off your face.
And what’s been broken? You want fixed.
So you press your sticky face into me, water dripping everywhere, and the world isn’t right because of the weight in my arms.
You struggle and my heart flips. There’s the familiar fear of hospital halls and a closing pressure much too big for one so small.
“It’s too heavy for you…”
The words fall into the air, striking us both.
And, suddenly, I’m desperate to get this right… You nod and together we press our sticky faces into Jesus–you and I–water dripping everywhere, and the weight in my arms shifts.
Because there’s a bigger world full of bigger broken…,and
here, in the middle, it’s because of the cross that we can cross over…
God’s heart is the biggest of them all…and Jesus took our sin so you and I can take His hand.
We are often hindered…out of fear… But we need have no such fears. Our Lord came not to destroy but to save. Everything is safe which we commit to Him, and nothing is really safe which is not so committed. -A.W. Tozer