hurts

Hurts come in all shapes and sizes.

The ones that affect my children and are the hardest for me to bear.

We are past the time when all it took was a kiss and a hug to make everything better.

Now I listen and pray. For them. With them. For them again.

If we are together I add a hug and "I love you".

And I pray some more.

"Father, thank you for the privilege of being a mom, not only to the children I birthed, but to the ones You have added to my family. Please heal their hurts and draw them closer to You. Have Your way in them that they may be the men and women You want them to be."