Miss Isabelle has been a little nervous about leaving me, or getting more than 50 ft. away from me at any time. She is dealing with issues that she doesn’t understand, and neither do we, so she has been pretty scared about it. Every morning since we have started back to school after Christmas break has been a battle of tears and a pretty strong will. It’s been tough for us as parents to walk the line between compassion and discipline. Pretty much, I’ve been sucked dry of all emotional energy by 8am every morning after peeling her off of me to get her out the door to school.
A few nights ago when we were praying together, Belle said to Jesus in her most determined, thoughtful voice, "This is it! It is over! I do not want to cry any more. Please make me brave, Amen.” She added for emphasis in case He really didn’t believe her, “And I really mean it Jesus!”
Yesterday morning when Rob was driving her to school, she told him that she woke up early and was praying to God. She said she saw in her mind that Jesus was reaching His hand out to her and she put her hand in His, and she knew Jesus would walk with her all day long. When she grabbed His hand in her mind, she heard angels singing.
A few tears yesterday, none at all today.
I’m not saying that I know for sure her episodes of fear/panic are over, but I am saying that seeing God reach out His hand to my daughter is something that makes me love Him even more than I understood was possible. I am thanking Jesus today for His great love for my kids.
Remember that old Sunday School song, “Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world?” I believe it now more than ever.
photo by mark beeson