01/26/2022
Big brown eyes staring up at me, big teardrops bulging at the corners, chin quivering. Wanting, needing answers with peace, truth and comfort from the one who is supposed to have the calming, kind, and reassuring answers. “Ease my pain please, Mommy” these eyes bore into my heart. But I can’t. I try to take their ache, their hurt. Stomp it out, throw it far far away. Sometimes it works. Mostly it does not.
But together we are a team. And I can listen to her. Never leave. Never stray too far off the path. I can remind her it is not her fault. And she is beautiful. She has a good and wonderful purpose. God doesn't make mistakes. His plan is greater than our understanding.
Sometimes I don’t respond appropriately. It's a lot to process, even from afar. I can’t even imagine their grief if adjacency is this overwhelming.
So I tell them they are the beauty. God turns ashes into beauty. Someone made ashes out of blessings. And we will find blessing in the ashes. We will trust there is still good in the world. We will have faith in the Almighty. We will obey his words to walk in trust. We will keep taking 1 step at a time, backing up and restarting when we fail. Over and over and over again. Then someday….this tired caterpillar, covered in ashes, will fly joyfully as a beautiful butterfly. And to me she will be just as beautiful as she is today.