Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven. ~ Henry Ward Beecher
I hustled to keep up with my toddling 15-month grandson. We both walked unsteadily across the mulched playground. Fun times at Tot Lot, a little kid play area constructed on a former landfill. After the sliding board and swings, time for a few licks of ice cream. Happy childhood memories with my favorite little boy.
Time with him brings to mind two little boys, Michael* (4) and Jimmy* (2). I wonder what they did today? Did anyone push them on a swing, chase them through a tunnel, or guide them down the sliding board?
Did they enjoy a messy peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Or giggle with delight at a balloon or a bird splashing in a bird bath? Did someone read them, My Little Blue Truck, before tucking them into bed? Did they get a hug or kiss in love?
Burns inflicted by their mother’s boyfriend landed these little guys in emergency foster care. Hurt, confused, frightened…
Each day, I pause by their names on my prayer list. Why, Lord? Why? Unanswered questions mix with tears.
Childhood is a time for wagon rides, dandelions, and Mr. Potato Head. Time for sticky kisses after gooey treats and counting ten piggies. Childhood is wide eyes at rainbows and chugging tractors in the field.
I pray for their safety and no one harms them again. I pray they learn “Jesus Loves Me” and believe its truths; one day accepting Jesus as their forever Friend. Prayers for quick healing of physical and emotional wounds. May painful memories be erased and replaced with pleasant memories of playgrounds, hide and seek, and plenty of ice cream.
Childhood is the most beautiful of all life’s seasons. ~Author Unknown