We've been praying and trusting. Broken people do say broken things and like so much shattered glass, the shards pierce like a sword. It's child-like things but the hurt is real to her. The foundation is important and must be laid. We must learn to forgive or we will bear the brokenness too and like a stone in the shoe, our walk is compromised. She is learning on the playground. Where games and dust and words advance. So small to learn such a big truth - that forgiveness frees and allows you to bless - to give the gift of peace. We have been coming back to this time and again lately. But today she sees a cloud of hope approaching.
I remind her... always remember, 'Blessed are the Peacemakers for they shall be called sons of God'. Bless not curse. Beautiful and full are the Peacemakers and that Jesus led the way in this truth. He made peace between us and God. And in His footsteps we must follow...
'Hey Mama, what blessing did He receive for the gift he gave?' she asks. I catch her precious face in the mirror, squinting up with question and I slip in next to her.
'Us', I whisper.
Her eyes widen with understanding.
I understand. Such a cost.
With nothing to recommend us but Him. Yes, us.
As much as it depends on you, live at peace with all men.
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