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I originally wrote this about a year ago after spending a weekend with a friend and her children. While my son and her daughter went off and did the normal things ten year olds do her other son who was 9 at the time wandered around aimlessly, occasionally doing a simple puzzle aimed at 2 year olds or briefly watching “Dora the Explorer” on TV. All around were photos from the past, from before he became ill. Looking at those pictures of a cheeky 3 year old inspired this reflection. I’ve added to the original to make up the word count!
I sit there looking
at the pictures
of smiling children,
a parent's hopes and dreams.
And watch the drooling child
sit staring
at the mixed up messages
in his mind
I see hope dashed
and dreams torn
and the world of what-ifs
lie open and empty.
Lord what if you healed him?
What if tomorrow
he woke up whole,
the child in the picture,restored?
He could take his
rightful place again,
enjoying the simple
joys of childhood?
He could grow,
and learn new skills.
Have new experiences,
make new friends.
And escape from
the captivity of
toddlerhood’s
eternal prison.
What words remain
that will make things right?
And will give back
that which has been taken?
Father God,
You hold us all
securely,
In the palm of Your Hands
You value each of us
Call all “My Masterpiece”
Each unique
Loved, important, chosen.
Lord, sometimes it's hard
to look at the now
and trust you
for the future
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