August 31, 2014
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too afraid to be healed.
“Dear Golden Lady, won’t you tell your story?”
She paused, dish rag in hand.
“Oh, I’d love, too.”
That’s one thing I love about her — she is never too busy.
The Orphan Child sat at the Kitchen Table, eyeing her warily.
The Golden Lady had nothing to prove — she just had a story to tell.
About her Heavenly Daddy. How He is Love. About the Healer. Hope. Rest. Peace. Finally Safe. Broken being made Beautiful.
By the time it was all said and done, the kitchen was clean. Golden Lady just reached out and offered to pray for this scared, hurting Orphan Child.
Despite the tears streaming down her cheeks — maybe it was fear? — the Orphan Child shook her head.
I felt so helpless.
Comments (1)
sometimes people enjoy the love and care they get as a hurt, fearing that they won’t get the same much attention when they heal.
maybe they forget that when they’re truly loved they’re cared about that same much whether as a hurt or a healed.
as for me, i need to know the FACT. then hand it to Above, take it, deal with it. that’s it.