There’s so much, and it’s all such little things. I have struggled with how to put words to any of it. I wrote this this morning. It’s not perfect, but neither have the experiences been that have lead me to this point. It’s just a bit of chaotic processing. I hope you can make some sense out of it.
Little Hands
The little hands reaching for me every day
I hear “Madi, come!” yelled from the other side of the wall
So many little children
most stopping by for a kiss and hug
others here just to stare
all starving for Your Love
How do I prepare to “move on”?
Tell myself “it’s to more of the same”?
But it is not the same
The kids, surroundings, and immediate needs are different
The only thing that remains the same is Your Love
I cannot live for these little hands
I cannot rise daily for their kisses and hugs
After all, I have to “move on”
It has to be for Your Love
It is the only “same” and “constant” in all of this “moving on”
You do not move on
You stay there
You wait for me where I am going next
Best of all, You are with me in the in between
It cannot be about the little hands
but rather that You are loving me through them
Use my hands to love them too…
those precious little hands
Hold them
They reach for me
but it is Your Love they seek
