One day some parents brought their children to Jesus so he could lay his hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples scolded the parents for bothering him. But Jesus said, “Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.” And he placed his hands on their heads and blessed them before he left. Matthew 19:13-15 (NLT)
I woke at 3:00am this morning with the above passage in my mind. Perhaps triggered by discussion in group last evening about the loss of things that we experience as children that we are still searching for in adulthood. Love and nurturing that wasn’t available. Broken families that left us with feelings of abandonment. Life circumstances that robbed us of childhood, forcing us to accept adult responsibilities way too early. Hurtful words that tore down our self esteem and sense of worth.
To the outside world, we look like we have it all together. Sometimes we try to fill the emptiness or numb the pain in unhealthy ways. Even in church, we put on our Sunday smiles and hide the fact that there is a broken child deep within searching for healing…for meaning.
We are God’s children. He sent His son to bring us back to relationship with Him. Only He can fill the emptiness and bring peace into our lives. It’s never too late to come to Him…to sit at His feet and feel His total unconditional love and acceptance.
Psalm 147:3 He heals the brokenhearted
and bandages their wounds.
Psalm 34:18The Lord is close to the brokenhearted;
he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.
Darlene Shelton 8-6-22