The Lord's Comma Child

Sometimes, Lord ... Sometimes life bumps one's straight-walk upside down. Just like that without you asking. Sometimes it is a crooked look or a crooked word, or a child's straight-being, or life's demands that are just too much and the time that just can never get to everything. Or disease. Or dead. And then one goes and lies like a comma in front of your feet ... Crooked bent, arms in front of the chest, and legs folded up to your heart.

I am your comma child, Lord. Sometimes I hop and dance through life. Sometimes I laugh from my stomach and spontaneously grab life between my fingers. Other times I walk like this at people and their words. And other times, Lord, I just curl up in a comma bundle at Your feet.

Thank you for never pushing your Comma children out of the way. Or turns around them don't walk. No, Lord. When you feel a Comma-child hesitant to your dress, you immediately stop, and bow with so much compassion and love and gentleness to your bundle of human. And if the Comma's prayer has touched up and gone, go and look for the Comma Child's eyes and heart for what needs to be said. And then you listen with your heart, right Lord?

Comma kids get hurt easily, Lord. But nobody knows about it. They cry inside, where no one can look or hurt. They laugh and live everyday as if it were their last. And tonight, when the sun is going to store his head, go lay them in a comma before your feet. And when they feel safe enough, they watch their insides out in front of you.

A Comma Child's inside is safe when you fold your hands gently. Comma children struggle to trust, Lord. They don't fold up like a comma for free, it's to protect them inside. But you know this, right Lord. Therefore stretch out your arms silently to the Comma creature, and carefully count her tightly against Your heart. There where she can feel Your sincere, safe love. There where it is not necessary to fold in a comma. There where she can take a deep breath and hear Your voice saying softly to her: "Come to Me ... I want to give you rest so much. ”

Thank you for never drawing a line through the life of a Comma Child, Lord. Thank you for knowing and understanding the hearts of your Comma Children ... Because Commas struggle to speak. And when the Comma learns that You are love and knows that Your arms are safe and that Your voice is soft, she slowly begins to lift her head and looks the world straight-in-the-eye.

Because the God of Comma Children is also her God. And He loves her. And that's enough for her, nê Here?

All of my love.
U Comma Child.
(Katrienkie@2024)