My child, I see you and I hear you.
As tears rush from your innocent eyes my heart breaks for you.
You call yourself “Broken”
I call you “Beloved”
You call yourself “Wounded”
I call you “Wonderful”
You call yourself “Unloved” and “Unworthy”
I call you “Unaware”
“Unaware”
You are unaware of the potential I see in you
…the beauty I see in your soul
…the love rushing up in my heart every single time I think of you
Nothing.
There is nothing more important to me than knowing you and being known by you.
When you feel alone I am not as far away as you think.
When you fear my anger or disappointment I am, at that very moment, on the lookout…
waiting to see you on the horizon
returning home
To the place where we can once again delight in each other
Home
That is beautiful!
Absolutely beautiful!
Adam, I have just read all of your posts on this website and can only say, “Thank God for you and thank you for accepting his lead.”
I loved this. Tender and yet written with such vigor. Amazing.
Thank you, Joe. I’m grateful we had the opportunity to meet at Potter’s Inn.