In the same sense a mother is drawn by the cry of her child He comes. It’s the skinned knee that preludes the gentle bandaging. True, the broken times are not the only times this occurs. Rather, it is important to note when one is surrounded by a broken moment that there is always a call and a response with our pain. In the midst of the ugly, He comes. Heart so large. And when He comes, the beauty spills everywhere. When He comes dark moments and anguish create a vaccum which can be filled to overflowing- they create room for the beauty for the healing, for the coming. And the coming is never slow.
Can it really be this simple? He comes and fills the emptiness without even a parting of lips in request? It is one touch to bring me quiet- only one. After enduring one thousand others. I crumple in His arms like the child I am.